ecrivaine

to the vessel of creation

First they are only words:
neck and teeth and bite
But then comes that savored sensation
instant
like a shock-wave to the spine
and leading down


Honey Bee

I want to coerce your sweet nectar
out of your hive
and savor its thick stickiness
dripping
from my lips

I want your fuzzy body
smooth prick
sticking me
small pain
and your little death