Your breath. My heart
Words pumping blood
into a dried-up heart
Cracked and bruised
Bleeding out Breathe in
Thoughts of hot showers
and naked embraces
The kind of sweat
I haven’t swam
for a long time
Riding a wave of ecstasy
Then falling into
a crumbled body of tears
Heaving in great gasps
Whispers of safety
into my ear
We don’t cum together
but we come together
His body moves
from beneath mine
I hear the tap switch on
and the steam
begins to fill the bathroom
I catch a glimpse
of his fire red crotch
and smile to myself
A secret shared
with a long-time friend
The heat rains
down on my head
I wish his shower curtain
wasn’t plastic
I see dead whales
on the shores of the Caspian Sea
I want him to tear it down
Pull it back
Pull me close
A new intimacy occurs
The kind where he pees
on one side of the divide
and I embrace myself as mist
rises above the shower rail
He steps in behind me
His arms wrap reassuringly
over my breasts
as if holding me up
from my past
He whispers again
You are safe here
I know this and
I hold him tighter
as my body heaves
Releasing all that brokenness
into the curve of his neck
where it meets his shoulder
Into the softness of his cheek
Into the pillow
Next time (we will)
cum together
Triple Threat
I spend time with your words
because I cannot spend time
with your body
Behind closed eyes I see
our bodies rise and fall
like a tide to the shore
In early morning dreams
before the sun has risen
our bodies curl together
My lips whisper
a sleepy good morning
on the back of your neck
At night I imagine
our legs wrapped
around each other
as we ping-pong about our days
Before I pull you
on top of me
Your face moves towards mine
I reach for you
both hands drawing you in
Mouths open
lips soft
Our tongues dance
until we cum
in a wave
of ecstasy
At night I hide
under my blankets
Longing for you
I touch myself
rubbing slowly
then fast
The pulse
of my clitoris
the wetness between my legs
flows out
into an ocean
for you
Because I Didn’t Bring Cookies
because I didn’t bring cookies
we had coffee and looked at the art
on your walls
because I didn’t bring cookies
I let you take off my bra and
I pressed my naked chest against yours
because I didn’t bring cookies
I let you put your finger
inside me
because I didn’t bring cookies
I let you lick my pussy
til I almost came
because I didn’t bring cookies
I let you put your bare cock inside me
and I rode you for a minute
because I didn’t bring cookies
we sucked each other’s tongues and
slapped our bodies hard against each other
because I didn’t bring cookies
I let you fuck me
til you came on my back
because I didn’t bring cookies
I order them delivered from Craig’s
The smell of my cunt fresh out of the oven
Biography
Mel (she/her) is thrilled to find somewhere to submit her erotic poetry and wishes the world (and her family) appreciated talking about sex (and death) in a way the world typically avoids. She likes longish walks on the beach with her rescue pup, haunting literature with a twist, and the darkest of memoirs and humour. A lover, a dreamer, a future burlesque dancer, and part time optimist; she has been published in a variety of online and print magazines and leads free writing workshops for those in need/marginalized communities.