Quiet nights and cold sheetsSting. And a dinner for oneFouls the tongue. Walks alone,Talks alone with the voice in my head,And soft songs strummed to empty rooms.Without love – without light,So even the night strains To see. But there is comfort.In the depthless dark and wearyCold, a fire flickers. Through its shiftingFlames, a couple dancesWith … More Light of My Life
When the curtains of night fallOver the sky, you join meBeneath the covers. Your hair,A feathery, blond down, drapesOver my shoulder, and your gossamer touch Slips across my skin as a shadow Shifts across the floor. When I shut My eyes, you speak to me in a coo.Scents of heather and rose hipBillow from your … More In My Head
Like searching backwardsInto the ever-fleeting past,Memories bright,But dimmer every day.Like gazing forwardsOver the boundless, blue sea,Where the sun setsOn crystal islesKnown only to the sand and surf.Like staring up,Beyond the black void,Where the star ways swirlInto glimmering formsWhose beautyNeither mind nor hand can grasp…Darling, I look at you.
I have finished the first draft of the final book in the Ashborne Chronicles. The book will be titled Sure as Stone. Although I still have a lot of editing to do, I thought I’d tease you with the first chapter. Spoilers for anyone that hasn’t read the series yet! Bound in StringThe summer sun … More Sure as Stone Teaser
The sun shone brightIn early daysWhen gilded dragons swamThrough endless skies.And the nights were darkAs papa’s coffee. Monsters lurkedIn all the shadows,Claws twisted and sharp.But the covers offered A warm, snug havenFor my mind to wanderOn and on. Love burned hotIn early days, drunkOn ladies’ laughter.The flick of a hipOr the touch of their gazeCast … More In Early Days
Since then, the air tastes Of mince pies And mulled wine. Winter snow, Skin white, Tickles my nose With a faint, floral perfume. Since then, the sky glows A glossy rouge, and the streets Curve like a woman’s thighs. The sparrows sing In girlish trills, and the doves Talk in a lover’s whisper. Since then, … More All the World Makes Me Think of You
Your touch Lights a flame Whose drunken tongue Slides across my chest, Whose feverish hands Grasp me In a hot embrace. You ask me Why I’m silent. But your words Are half-deafened By the crackle of fire In my veins. I feel it Smolder in my skin And stifle My breath. You gaze down With … More Your Touch