Spilled Ink from the Vault

poetry

Closure

I thought that fire had cooled,and yet all it takes is your gentle breathaimed at the…
Harold & Maude

Healing has been the hallmark of our odysseyand this last hurrah follows our patterns; it hurtsstill.…
never not mine

You are mine. We both know this, and yetfor all the power you offered methere are…
Dressage

Vivaldi. I recall almost a tonne of Warmblood horsefleshbeneath me, sun absorbed by the bulging glossy…
What’s good for the goose

Mama always warned me I’d lose out. Menwon’t buy the cow if they can get the…
Tattoo

The ink is fading from my skin(what a way for a flower to die)and my mind…
Broken

He said he didn’t like rules, preferred none at all, that any rules existed onlyto be…
Limits & Limitations

Brinkmanship. To Pleasureand Pain, it is a mere gameas they vie for triumphover the battlefield of…
as are you

He’s squeezed enough tears from me over the years, so these are not his. The day…
Aftercare

I offer you my tears, willingly, and yet we both have to work for them. Whilst…