Diary 05

08.11.20

stained silk, charred petals

drinking whiskey in porcelain cups

steam tantalizing the rim, spilling into my lap

kicked up dust

shards of light on a thirsty rose bed

lace hem, soft thighs

a woman of both nobility and darkness

precious heirlooms

flesh on flesh, midwinter, sleeping with the window open

kneeling, crawling, begging

a tattered silk sheet pulled back and forth between two white-knuckled fists

endlessly falling

”oh christ, i just wanted you to fuck me. and then i became greedy, i wanted you to love me.”

swimming in still water, drinking red wine in the shower

walking the long route home, limp and wilted, soot on my boots, bloody shins