Poetry: In the Dark

Warning: content may be triggering

Digital painting based on a wall mural in San Francisco
In the Dark

in the dark

in my bed

by the wall

his tongue

my ear

his tongue

my mouth

his head

my thighs

wet silence

red blood

he enters

he fills me

my mouth

his breath

my face

his knife

I wait

in the dark

in my bed

By the wall

Rob Goldstein (c) 2015-2018

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Sunday Gratitude

 

A hundred times every day I remind myself that my
inner and outer lives are based on the labors of
other men. living and dead, and that I must exert
myself in order to give in the same measure as I have
received and am still receiving.

Albert Einstein

 

 

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