Down

I can’t help giggling As your fingers tickle, Tracing ribs under paper Skin, quivering as you touch The soft down of my tummy, Down, as I close my eyes To feel your fingers, down. I can’t help my heart skipping As your warm breath Whispers in my ear, soft Lips kissing my neck, shivering As…

By light of the third moon

Bea reached the top of the mountain pass and stopped to catch her breath. Mist was drifting slowly over the precipice, shrouding the valley far below. She couldn’t remember how she’d gotten there but she knew she was being followed. There wasn’t much time. She had to keep moving. There was a noise behind her…

Pink lines

Waiting on my bed, anxiously looking for those little pink lines holding my breath mind spinning with a thousand confused thoughts oscilating hopes and fears anticipation and trepidation as seconds tick by am I ready for this? positive or negative, which do I want? is there already new life growing inside my body? cells dividing…

Burnt

I am a gum tree, Proud and tall In Australian bush, Not a classic beauty But attractive in my own way, Particular when adorned With delicate spring blossoms. I felt his heat reach me On the warm summer breeze, A hot tongue licking The soft bark of my trunk, Stroking my limbs, Wrapping me in…

Wedding night

Frozen tears led him to my bed, eyelids kissed as silence takes his bride with hunger, nuptial feast; confused heart is devoured, forgets happiness, blood rushes between breasts in darkness, fingers slide over a garter, taking control of burning skin, scarring flesh with kisses, bouquet flowers laying discarded on the floor, soft petals weeping quietly.

Mirror

Faces watch in the mirror, Wondering who that woman is Behind the makeup, Searching for traces Of the little girl, Smiling at herself, Pulling faces, Testing poses. Seeing a confused Teenager, hating The reflections Of her imperfections. Somewhere in the shadows Is a young woman, Happy, confident image, Excited about the future, Trying on a…

Creek

The creek draws me back To its tired, scarred banks, Weaving parched landscape, Sometimes just a dry gully, But more than a creek to me, Trickling toward a future Of restoration, reinvigorated Riparian habitat, home For birds, insects, fish, snakes, Once a platypus, long ago In my childhood, now Just a silted memory, Filled with…