I Know Ink

Mind-sex takes love… and closeness, I wrote, reminding him that my body had been poisoned with the land, left unsafe to touch.

His response slaughtered unease.

I can live in words
written out of you and me.
I want, but need not
your flesh to love you deeply
and true. I know ink, do you?

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the wee notes…
– To read other installments, visit my Stories and Web Serials page. The tales are listed under Ink and Feels.
– I like many of the names you offered last week, Ash and Silvanus are favorites. However, I went with Hedgewitch’s suggestion, and left him nameless (for now).
– Written for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55. Linked to Poets United.

handwritten visual and the blackout poem bits
that went into the wee tale

Wild Magic

After recklessness savaged Nature to madness, my touch set the blood of men afire, brittled bone, devoured will. Screaming, I expected him to run from my want screaming.

My limbs were denied
the feel of his long fingers,
but he had a tongue—
his words knew how to be wild
magic, writing lust in me.

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the wee notes…
– To read other installments, visit my Stories and Web Serials page. The tales are listed under Ink and Feels.
– This week’s interactive writing delight dances with names. Help me choose a name for our long-fingered gent. You can offer up to 3 names. In the next chapter, our protagonist will call (perhaps moan) the name that sings deepest to my muse.
– Written for Hedgewitch’s Friday 55. Linked to Poets United.

artwork by Shelle Kennedy