Crumpled Silk Sheets

prefer it if I fought?
push back
while you push on
my body
worn from battle

finger tips
pitter patter
down my spine
like the rain
on the window pane

tears of pain
gently rough
fighting back
had enough

get off of me
out of me
out of my head
figurative fight
literal bed

©Tia L. Clarke 2008

Lady Muhammad

sleeping old man
old man's nature
to sleep
wish to go
toe to toe
in your dreams
furthest you’ll go
she’s winning
another match
right now
coiled
in bed
feet
wrapped around
her lover’s head

© copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007

My Arrival

back like a bow
caressing your arrow
syllables slip from tongues
tongues then tangle
slow
quick
hearts beat
limbs limp
blood gushes
not enough to the brain
pleasure erupts
though there’s pain
I came

© copyright Tia L. Clarke 2007