I've moved off this platform to Wordpress. This archive as well as new additions will be posted at

http://coolerotic.wordpress.com/

I am considering moving my poems to another website or service. Livejournal has really petered out over the last few years. If you could, please comment if you read my poetry on this journal.

an open secret
my longing for you: a house with its doors blown off.
a house with no windows.
my house.

everywhere i go i cannot get close enough to the floor.
there is no basement in this house. i've tried.
i no longer want anyone to see me.
i do not want them to see the way i desire you.

i'm tired of living in someone else's skin.
where is my own skin?
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riding the subway at three am in new york
we were two sixteen year old white girls
she was wearing a dress. it was after
a radiohead concert. we were
lost and trying not to look like it.

we had acquired a couple of men  who were hanging about us, silently
trying to look down her cleavage, the dim lights of the late nite subway train
flickering above, the ( Read more... )

slowly, they move together ( Read more... )

in my version of the Dream ( Read more... )

silent night, holy night
blessed woman in white,
neither virgin nor despoiled but breathing,
hot red blooded human exister,
thundering home
amidst a shellac of stars

cradling the infant at her chest,
her nightgown open to expose the breast

turning to you slyly, she says:

this is the only day when god is a baby,
Holy Christmas day.
Did you not, when your ( Read more... )

in my dream-time, a hand reaches over my body,
slides over my skin,
sensuous, meandering,
it glides over the side of my stomach
and it does not pause at the gate of the breast,
the underside of that curve, to slide over,
but instead slides under, slides in
so that it reaches across me as if i were flat-chested
the hand that touches
me as if i were

I grew up in Satana, where the wheat is pale gold ( Read more... )

I wait for you and I am hungry,
Hungry, hungry,
hungry in a hundred ways that carve holes in my belly.