100 Words About my Ass

I slid from under the sheet and walked around the bed – headed for the kitchen. I asked her if she wanted anything. Glancing up from her book she started to say “no,” then she stopped short. I knew she hadn’t been caught by my full frontal: I wasn’t very impressive at that moment – besides, mostly I’m nothing to write home about naked. Except, I’ve been told, for my ass. I knew she was watching my ass as I walked away. Guys aren’t supposed to be proud of our asses, but the thought she was staring at mine got my attention.

It Doesn't Get Much Better Than This

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100 Words on Love

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And then you say –

Hush, darling, come
Hurry to my hidden house
I’ll dazzle you with magic spells
Chants and incantations
I’ll give you kisses that are
Made of winter wind and fire
Passions deep and caresses
Fished up from the sea

I’ll promise you that I alone
Can save your life tonight
Just as you and you alone
Can save me from tomorrow.

Ache for me, bleed for me
Slash me like a sharpened razor
Curse me for my cruelty, but
Dare me to come closer
Accuse me and betray me
Pounce on me like a tiger
Give me all you have to give
And I will be forgiven

Then, please, release me
From my obligations
Dreaming that I still sleep
There in your blessed bed

100 Words about mercy

Bart’s face betrayed a fear of death. His watery eyes were open wide – to admit all the light possible – and locked into mine, imploring. No pride remained.

My boss said, “NO! It’ll be booze in 5 minutes.”

He’d said he’d fire me on the spot. He thought he was showing Bart “tough love” and giving me an excuse to refuse him.

I looked at both of them.

I put my last twenty in Bart’s hand and said, quietly, leading him to the door, “I can’t do this again, understand?”

Head down, he nodded, and the door closed with a click.

Narcissism

She told him, "You are also deeply, albeit subtly, narcissistic. You are so narcissistic that you almost never, during all the times I have strived to maintain a no-contact policy, inquired after my well being. It was all 'talk to me, I'm miserable.' It makes my personal experiences of loneliness all that much more painful and I fiercely resent it."

She barely paused to catch her breath before continuing, "Your narcissism is so subtle that it also is displayed at times like when there's a party or occasion, and you choose to remain hidden or wander off – it appears to be an 'I'm unimportant syndrome' but I see it for what it is – it's the unique privilege experienced by narcissists, the privilege to behave as you wish with little or no respect for the needs or wishes of others."

He didn't know what to say.

I am cast from your house

Cast From Your House

Cast from your house
I am swept
To the front porch
Cast out by a strong wind
Exiled without trial
Broken sprawled scattered

I look for a haven
A soft bed, silence
A place to sleep;
A sanctuary where I
Might gentle my own condition

I wash up on a beach
Seaweed in my hair
Feral, voiceless,
My mouth full of pearls
Or maybe

I am seen, by chance
From a distance, lost
On the penitential streets
Of a carnival town
With walls of blue