Tobacco

The steam from the bath swirls like smoke curling from your open lips; in goodbye and greeting. & as the sweat drips with water down my spine, jaw, clavicle and breasts, I can taste the tobacco of midnight - kisses intertwined with sleep and the stars shining; a silver crown atop the ebony head of … Continue reading Tobacco

Sticky and sweet

Bleu de Chanel laced with Lynx, mixed hot and heavy into my skin beneath the sheets; sticky and sweet transposes my body to the day we met, the night we kissed and kissed some more in the front seat of your car beneath the stars, beside the reservoir.     © Kristiana Reed 2019

Ghost

In prickled goosebumps you linger like a paper-cut rosy raw embedded within my skin pores bleeding sin, and like summer, a warm coastal breeze your ghost pulls me tightly squeezes me breathless until all that is left is a dark red stain upon my left breast the clotted remains of a heart taken captive.   … Continue reading Ghost

Hunger

You broke my heart when syllables stopped spilling from your lips curled and plump sounds which caressed tightened tendrils romantic around my arms ankles and throat squeezing constricted airways my chest throbbing furiously in the heat hunger between our fingers and thumbs.   You broke my heart when promise of a touch became nothing mutters … Continue reading Hunger