2004
the telling stains
you smirked about the evidence, asking about the telling stains.
i looked at you, innocent, mocking
eyes wide with virgin curiosity.
fake, you said sharply with one brow arched, grasping my wrists,
drawing my lips to yours in a violent exchange of wordless speech.
what will you tell them, you inquired,
those who see these telling strips of white?
i smudged my lipstick from your face,
pretending i’d no idea what you meant.
temptress, you sighed and pushed my legs apart again.
quick-learner, when did you figure out that i knew all along
that i was devouring you whole, consuming in one neat swallow
the sum of your being and your soul?
by Nickie













wow… just wow…
-Sandra