Category: Hook-Up Poems

He spent a hundred dollars on boulevardiers then loaned me a pair of Army shorts. I bled between...

Give me someone reasonably bright. Not dumb, but neuro-typical enough. Alive, but not too rough...

A thin dark string of garnets bought to mark me, somehow, new, then only later thought, homage,...

I bent my body  like words to pronounce  his pleasure. Vowels sighed softly punctuated...