When I’m Wrapped in Night…

I love the Fall… the way its dark forces us to see with more than our eyes, to slowdown, to feel so much more. Spring and Summer are glorious, but few things in Nature’s circular dance can equal the yumminess that brews out of the reds and golds (and indispensable grays) of Autumn. I love this season so much that my delight always seeps into my Muse’s bones. See?

wild blooms burn
crimson, as I wait
for the fall

When I’m wrapped in night,
my dream song is full
of your mouth and hands.
Can you hear my hips
dancing your touch home?

Some days, you must bite
right into the heart, if you want
to taste the sweet and sour
balance of pleasure.

other bits…
– If you’ve yet to read my “Felt Words”, do take a look-see. Then help me see where the story will go next. At the moment, our protagonist is being seduced by a stranger’s mind-kindling ink. I wonder, wonder, wonder… Just so you know, future installments will be published on Fridays.
– I shall announce this year’s Witches in Fiction theme on October 1st.
I asked friends on Facebook to choose which poetic tale they wanted me to rebirth in October. It is only fair that I also ask you. So, which would you like, my Wicked Luvs, “Sexy, Dark and Bloody” or “Belle du Freak”?

Felt Words

Heartfelt words write stories into flesh. I wished it, but never believed it could happen.

I reread his note:

I (want to) art my love in ink…
in verbs made of your touch,
in nouns that make me yours.

Write with me?

I wrote my “Yes” atop his question, the inky strokes tickling my thigh.

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the wee notes…
– For this week’s bit of interactive yum, help me choose how our narrator is related to the character in the bedroom, in “This Lingering Maybe: Is the character her 1) roommate, 2) best friend, or 3) her romantic partner?
– Written for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55.