fifty

it was her birthday
she found horse hair in her cunt
from riding naked

lover

brown feather fingers
whisper across my ass and
pull you into me..

elsewhere

I am lost in you
my compass reads somewhere else
some other country

distraction

I never loved you
"look up from between my legs"
I never loved you

indiscretion

Indiscretion smiles
through painted lips and newly
painted fingertips

summer

Scented in summer
Brown skin; curves and mountain roads
winding through my bed

she

she tasted me on
her fingertips, honey sweet
dripping off her lips