I recently received my copies of the Winter 2019 issue of The Opiate Magazine and I am super proud to have 3 of my poems in the issue, next to the work of so many great writers. This is the first of those 3, along with my first attempt at an audio track via YouTube.
You take my hand and lead me into the dark,
aware of my blindness and the soft texture of my heart.
Your whispers of love are counterfeit,
expertly crafted words that fall from your teeth
with flickers of duplicity.
Hungry for the incendiary quality of your mouth,
I lean in to catch the embers on my tongue,
swallowing the warm elixir of your lies.
Your thirst for other women
is something you teach me to ignore,
fingers sliding like flames across my throat.
*first published in The Opiate Magazine