Squeezing melons, shaking in lineTelling myself I’ve got the timeI’m okay, I’m okay, yeah that’s a lieHe stands out there holding his signSoup and Salad, no meat on his bonesSoup and Salad, lost the way homeHe’s the father, he’s the brotherHe’s the lover that made anotherHe’s the sun, he lit […]
Month: July 2025
The Saints Took Up Smoking
A card or a bladeTo finely mince,Separate seed and bud,Pack and roll in paper,Lick and seal,Pinch and twist the ends,Hemostats if clips are too bougie,Or raw pawBetween two fingers,Light up, drag deep, hold,Hold,Hold,Release.When we slaughtered the lamb,And left the flesh to rot,And the coat to mat,And the blood sticky across […]
Torrent
I am sticky rice and toothsome sauce,dripping morsels,seared yet tender,falling apart on your tongue,a torrent on every bud,the maddening compulsiondominating your days,and your nights,leaving you fisted,growling in your sheets.-Melissa Donley
A Little Death in Cherry
Free falling in the surround sound ofsea breeze and return flow,Riding out that funny shapeyou make with your tongue,a nerve tingling tempest,a perfected torture.Do you remember my flavor,A little death in cherry?-Melissa Donley
You Missed the Light Today
Darlin’,you missed the light today,through the shimmy of the leavesand the poise of the daisies,between the swaying shadowson the carpet.Maybe light doesn’t have a sound,but I heard it in the hushing of my mind.I held it in my handsand felt it in my smile.It feels like you, darlin’.It feels like […]
How Beautiful You Would Sing
How beautiful you would sing,heady in my sheets,the ones with the panthers and tigers,frayed tag and summer lightwhispering across your,well,hum deep,something sweet for me,give me a reason to believeI won’t regrethow beautiful you would sing.-Melissa Donley
You Should Plead Guilty
You should plead guilty.We both knowI am your favorite pleasure,the obsession you can’t break,the impulse you must commit.Come clean. Come dirty.Confess again.Is it really a sinif this is how we begin?-Melissa Donley
You’d Be a Lot Prettier If
You’d be a lot prettier ifyou were cocked and loaded,edging beneath me.You can smile if you want.That looks good on you, too.-Melissa Donley
I Hope She Knows
I hope she simmers in The depth of your smile,Holds your gaze a moment more,Finds home in your arms,And adores the way you blush.I hope she runs her hands through your hairAnd caresses your nape,Syncs to your heartbeat on loop,Her fingers trace your muscles,And lips map your veins.I hope she […]