Eyes blind to the line

crossing from light to dark.

How far should I go

into the depth of the dark side

when I cannot see?

The dark trifles curling its finger

urging with blazing

beautiful eyes

to come toward the fruit

and engorge until sated.

I'm hesitant.

Is it selfish want for something I don't know

or in some way known, yet not experienced

except in dreams?


Exigent desire burns not to ashes

but roaring fire before the oceans ebb

only to come again and again

relentless in its punishment

and pleasure.

Oh to sleep peacefully.

Dear Diary,

I read a book this week

not just any book...not from my usual romance

collection. It was hot.