Lace ruffles spell a story
about the cuffs and neck
Love is always selfish
you must capture the 'o'—voilà
a carriage wheel spinning
hoofs in the night
dizzy garnet eyes
rub through the fabric
to chestnut curling
my cunnyhole
Leave your bloomers off
you see what comes
of strangling people
with hymns
I am Laura, this is my home
Assumed!—To assume is to make
an ass out of u and me
tsk, small livid marks
STRAP my FURZE
in an underbreath
words never heard or read
May I enter the library
squeeze and the panel
opens
You are the girl from my dream
there's a woody scent
Twelve years ago
I saw you
build me a fire
in this draughty schloss
Something like a cat
creeps in
leaves a silver hoop
dangling
when is a lock not a lock
Mircalla's I am
in a long descent
clutched as a rose
alive in death