Ruby Lips

From across the clamor Of a late and laughing bar, I spied your lips, Ripe and red Like two tart cherries. A ruby glow Lit my skin While my tongue twisted With hot desire. Yet I sat, stared, and said Nothing. Your gaze Drifted over half-drunkĀ faces Not so longing or lustful As my own. Your … More Ruby Lips

The Rush

At times the rush Of my own blood drowns My ears. And I can’t stand The sight of lips open Then lips closed, For all I hear Is the pulse, the gush, The tireless quake in my Head. Worse, I can’t Speak. I can’t Move. A torrent rages In my ears, but my body Shrivels … More The Rush