Utahna Faith
is active in her writing community in New Orleans. She's an author, editor
and poet most known for her flash fiction and prose poetry. She is the
founder, creator and editor of the hard copy literary journal, Wild
Strawberries. She lives with her darling dog, Story, in an historic
neighborhood near the French Quarter, and regularly enjoys cocktails and
nonsense with Jamie Joy Gatto, Mind Caviar's editor. A romantic at heart,
Utahna believes in the power of love and the existence of Twin Flames,
and has saved JJ's life more than once with a kind ear and a quick tissue.
Illustration by Claudio
Parentela Visit his gallery
online.
| Castle
C.
They
pour one another
onto
feather-down comfort
farther
down the only
way
to go
He
travels
to
her delirium destination
hypnogogic
ocean waves lapping
her
Wildcount lapping
delectable
delta
Floating
somewhere near the blues
of
her eyes
as
he rises
to
know her
Lapis
seas guarded
by
delicate spiders
yet
offered
to
the gaze
of
a feral scribe
|
|
Vagueries
Monsieur's
doorstep states it:
The
aim is clear
But
is it?
Clair
ou non, his aim is good
Mademoiselle
ducks all arrows
no
matter how precisely targeted
unless
they fly in trinity
aimed
directly
head
heart pearl
They
never hold court in his courtyard
and
certainly not atop
the
crumbling staircase
her
angelhair tangled
his
robe falling open
during
decadent predawn goodbyes
Repast
We
never intended to feed him,
my
darling and I.
We
followed him willingly,
seeking
abstracts and concretes,
cock,
knowledge and fire.
Sharp
teeth sink
into
delicate shoulder.
Ripe
peach bruises
where
grasped too hard.
He
smiles droit du seigneur
and
calls us a gift.
Lately,
I call us
sacrifice.
Chasse
Belles
He
invokes right of royalty
all
over town
Confusion
reigns
What
century
And
why is this delicate
circle
growing
She
hears his lust voice
Desperate
despot
Love
poems
in
her ear
His
heat
beside
and
around her
She
eludes him
under
moonlight
Others
giggle
in
the ether
sigh
and recite
through
funeral lace and organdy
on
soft satin embossed
with
phrases
She
runs in the mist
Resistance
exhausts her
She
falls
asleep
on
neutral
ground
Morning
All
night marathon fuck fest
sunrise
goodbyes
and
she lies
alone
in
sex-scented
grip-twisted
sheets
and
dreams
tender
and slaked
of
encore
Sustenance
She
never meant to play
vampirella
She
only wanted
an
even
exchange
with
the beautiful boy
trembling
and eager
who
did please her again
and
again and again
His
essence dripping
from
her lips
Energy
glowing
inside
her
She
didn't ask too much
and
yet
he
gave it freely
until
he swayed
on
the crumbling balcony
in
clouds of Indonesian smoke
orange
tip tumbling
in
the moonlight
He
tumbled backwards
against
antebellum rail
Did
she catch him
or
did he fly
like
an angel
Copyright ©
2004 Utahna Faith. All Rights Reserved. Do not copy or post.
FREE
Join Friend Finder
Personals to find a real partner, a lover, a friend, cyber pal...
|
