We have been every relation to one another.

In our ancient pasts;

you have been brother, lover, child and Aunt.

You have been Friend.

Confidante.

Foe.

The frequency with which

your heart can communicate with mine is all but audible.

For we have had lifetimes to attune to every minute

decibel of each other’s thoughts.

Barely detectable your breath movement calls to attention

each single strand of peach fuzz on my body. But,

I do not yearn to be touched; I’ve felt all your sensations.

I know all of your angles.

And yet, like the sharply lit curve of the moon,

you surprise me.

Originally appeared in Wild Roof Journal

My lover reaches over to squeeze

the fat haunch of my hip. 

I am happy to have something to give him

to toss into the stew.

Originally appeared in Miniskirt Magazine and nominated for Best of the Net 2021

Clothes need something

to cling to,

a plump curve to give them shape.

They need happy

meat to help them hang

so that you can be sure there is

a living breathing human in there.

They need to fill out with breath and bubbles.

They need not be concave

to be beautiful.

Originally appeared in sadgirldiaries