rose’s name

No one cares about my name though. They care about letting me know how filthy I am. They care about me moving or they’ll call the cops. They must not catch my homelessness. Hurry children. Cross the street to avoid the old, burly woman.
But this thin, shaking man seems to share my sadness – the [...]

Lost Idols

in the glass, the sea
slime at high tide, black bollards bob
a flash of thigh, his tongue follows
glints of honey, faint echoes
pass, fade, silence
between beats, caught in faith
fingering strings,  notes drop ripples of
past fondling, broken, beads bouncing
A dust pan Rose, the priest is lost in spirals

Smoke Falls

I desire the dance, the you and I. The slow start, the shy glances, the gradually melting of inhibitions. The I that wants you… inside, where it is warm and inviting.
Not safe.
Never that…
Not for this dance. A frilly drink or two, to lubricate the social intercourse, I say. I say,
is that a Dior you’re wearing? [...]