we interrupt this story to bring you poetry…
the making of with and for His hush floats into my insomnia, And I learn to say please in seven ways. It’s become an obsession ammonia. Released from my body in red-eyed gaze. Ravenous for evolving distraction. My impatient clock awaits his return. Finding new ways to express reaction. Flexing my thighs to display how I yearn. Attempts to resist, a transparent veil. My body wrapped in blankets of his scent. Measuring weight of each shallow...