Who Am I Now?

"Sexual Content Warning: This story has a pathetically low ratio of gratuitous sexual activity."

He was thinking about that rickety set of wooden stairs going up the side of the house. Rickety house. Rickety love. Then the train banked at speed and Bill listed sideways into a much bigger, dark-skinned man sitting a space...

Fire breaks across a dying horizon, Riverfront factories and scrapyards Slipping down the bank Into the cold black waters of blindness. In a few minutes It’s going to feel like midnight again She’s going to come out of the shower...

I wonder if she notices, In certain times when darkness softens And the hard edges of silence Turn our whispers crystalline When she curls my body Into the silk parenthesis of her arms Laying tiny rivers of breath on my...