One second

clock hands whirl

I hold my breath

closer to death

and further

from you

as you walk

softly in

parallel universe

I cannot

catch you

because you

are always

one second away.

I peel back onion skin layers

to find a dream within a dream

within a dream.

I am on the outside looking in

stripped bare and floating on clouds.

I drink deeply the essence of stars

falling through the walls of life.

I am fusing into unsettled scraps

of yesterday’s broken dreams,

tiptoeing through life’s dunes.

Teardrops bathe me

in abrasive sea of salt.

Laughter climbs a ladder

seeking wafting breeze.

I chase the light,

swimming naked.

I paint my aura

with rainbows of pigment.

Streams run gently

down my face.

My fingerprints

dissolve and leave no mark

Sun kisses gold flecks,

simplicity of love,

its warmth chasing the pain

as I melt into nature,

dripping candle wax,

marking my path,

so I can find

my way home.

Shhh! I may be considered a predator or a psychopath, but I take pride in being a harvester of humanity. You might say that I just nibble around the edges of lives. The profilers believe I’m a male because of the manner in which the bodies are mutilated. All of them are wrong. If you saw me walking down the street, you would think I was a beautiful young woman with my stiletto heels and my sexy blue dress which matches my cornflower blue eyes. My skin is so lush that you would be tempted to drink it, inhaling it into your body. I don’t have to wear makeup because of my natural creamy coloring and blushing cheeks. My dark lashed eyes seem to look into your soul. But make no mistake – there is no feeling inside me.

Every man I have ever met wants me, except for this one. He just doesn’t seem interested which makes him more intriguing. Since I always need to be in control, I am determined to watch him and follow him until I can fulfill my desires. I have never felt any empathy for any of my victims and he will not be any different. I know that I am more intelligent than he is and I will have my way. Usually, I kill them after a sexual assignation but I don’t think this will be the case with him. I have seen him with women so I know he is not gay. He is completely oblivious to me as I lurk in dark corners, waiting for him to be alone and unwary. It’s worth it to take my time in order to get what I want. Power is my aphrodisiac and I am excited and alert.

Tonight, I am outside watching his outline against the fluttering curtains in his bedroom. I linger on thoughts of sex with him but it would be all for my benefit since I give nothing in return. I haven’t perfected my plan yet but he will be mine. I observe his shadow leave his bedroom and head toward the kitchen which I can’t see fully. I know it is there, though, because I have been in his apartment, rifling through his drawers as I learn all about him. I like to be prepared for all contingencies. I figure that he must be getting a snack because he is taking a long time.

I hear a slight snap behind me and whirl around to see my prey holding a gun which he jams into my stomach. I am not afraid because this slow motion stalking needed to come to a head.

“Turn around and march straight forward to my apartment door,” he commands as he nudges me with his weapon.

I twirl around and do as he says. Why should I confront him now when everything is working out well, although not as I planned? He herds me into his bedroom and tells me to remove my clothes. His eyes move upward as I reveal my full lush breasts and wet my lips with my tongue. I have him exactly where I want him. I am so aroused because this is just like my first blind date! But, in reality, he is the one who is blind to the danger that I promise.

I kick his gun out of his fist with my shapely legs and hurl my body over the weapon. I roll over with the gun in my hands and shoot him between the eyes. Now the fun will begin. I walk to the bedroom door to go to the kitchen to get some knives to complete my handiwork but I find the door is self-locking and of such sturdy construction that I am unable to kick it open. I race to the window and find bars over the panes. I panic for a moment as I realize I can’t get out. I have no weapons other than the gun and try to shoot out the door knob but it doesn’t budge. His apartment is isolated and there is no one around to call for help.

What is an entrapped psychopath to do? I am beginning to get hungry and thirsty and must come up with a plan for my survival. I claw at his body with my sharp nails until I have an opening in his femoral artery, lower my head and begin drinking my fill. When my thirst is quenched, I begin to tear chunks of his flesh with my teeth, chewing them until I am able to swallow them down. There is plenty here to sustain me for a while. It does bother me a little that when they find our skeletons, they will think he was the predator. I want them all to know that I deserve the credit for this. I dip my fingers in his blood and begin penning a note on his floor, telling the world that I want the fame and the glory to be attributed to me. I have satisfaction in knowing I will go down in history as the greatest female killer of all time.

“He must have forced her to write it,” the detectives said when they found the remains. “That poor innocent young woman.”

you, me

formerly, we

now when i'm lost i search for you. are you looking for me

us. we. how it 'used to be'.

there was never a forever but i can laugh and say

it was nice when it lasted. and it lasted. not long enough.

i still pretend that you are a part of me, really,

but we,

we fell too far for me to remember where we were before

or why.

why i lost you. or

you lost me.

I whisper my love

into curl

of translucent

conch shell,

twirling and whirling

like our love,

ankles embracing

the teal sea.

Conch beached

on powdered sands,

pink and foamy inside,

moist blushed lips,

love unseen but

hidden deep inside.

I listen to the warmth

and unearth

tenderness

of your echoing sea.

@Challenge #LoveInAConchShell

She was so lovely when she smiled -

a lavender vision in yonder field.

But oh, the brutal battles we fought

screaming and yelling word daggers.

Assault aimed in loud sound waves

piercing our bones and laying waste

to our battered war torn souls.

Ragged stimulus to evolving lust

she bit my lips first in anger

and then sucked ravenously on them

with a purity that belied her truth.

I grabbed her wet naked body

as she turned from me with scorn.

My frustration mounted, peaks of rage

I held her down and plunged within.

She freed one hand and slapped my face

then moaned and trailed her tongue

like a wet snail down my torso,

brought me to that liquid place once again

before leaving me alone in tangled sheets

disdain for me walking with her footsteps.

The war bruising our tattered pith

began to raise its threatening battle cries.

Reluctantly I knew I must arm myself and fight

challenge of battleground before she destroyed me,

trapping me wavering in our war zone forever.

#Challenge #Frustration #erotica

I lie soundlessly

cradled in the peace,

waiting for

the first breath of day,

basking in

the dusky night sky,

inhaling the breeze

caressing dawn,

moon fading

to daybreak,

clouds parting

to allow the blink

of sunrise.

The day peeks

with first blush

in shy whispers.

I feel naked

in the revelation

that I am alone

but not lonely.

Infancy of new day

tiptoes softly

into my soul,

bathing me

in cottony light –

embodiment

of rebirth of life.

#Challenge #TimeOfDay #FirstBlush

“I’m coming to get you,” the threatening voice chanted, beginning in a low whisper and escalating to a thunderous trumpeting which reduced her to quivering jelly to be spread on toast for breakfast of the ominous monster. She knew he was out there, waiting to break into the dark place where she was hovering in anguish.

“Tap, tap!” The pounding noises whirling around her circumscribed her thoughts and intensified her fears. “You will never be safe with me,” the biting voice blast continued, encompassing her mind and soul in an inferno of hate.

Flailing her arms against the swirling forces of evil failed to propel the incessant fury from her presence. “I hear your sinister voice and I won’t let you in,” she promised as she bolted all the doors. Soon she heard the sounds of windows being broken and noticed the glass littering the floor. Running to the kitchen to grab a honed knife, she cut her bare feet on slivers of glass imbedding them into the crusts of her trembling feet. A trail of blood marked her path of despair. Grabbing the razor sharp knife, she tornadoed around in circles trying to locate the entry point of the malevolent force so she could head it off at the pass. Slashing in all directions in a furor, she lost her footing and fell to the ground on the sharpened point of her defense, spearing herself in the heart.

Blood pooled around her as she gradually gave her essence to the beast which was huddling, waiting for her last flicker.

#Challenge #TheDepthsOfMadness #LastFlicker

Standing alone

in the cold onyx night,

sighing with wistful longing

in deep breath of my soul,

contemplating your wildness,

taunting and teasing.

Desire wells up

as you sashay by,

a swaying lure

with no backward glance.

While I patch

my empty vessel,

you grab life

between your teeth.

I listen to the wind,

fantasizing that we

are running rampantly

through meadows

of pure passion

before time

slips away,

praying for the moon

to share our table,

but our world

is colored with

forlorn farewells

on empty streets.

#Challenge #Contemplating You #OnEmptyStreets

Turquoise intensity pools at my feet,

thick black eyelashes wrap me in passion.

Eye gems surrounded by apricot skin

draw me into your fathomless sea.

Liquid silk of your bedroom eyes

envelopes my soul and beckons me.

My lips touch your eyelids, stirring

mounting zenith of moist desire.

Even against the deepest night,

your eyes are a beacon of light,

a lighthouse of warning, foretelling,

forever marooned by her eyes,

stranded within her warm islands.