Bedroom Battle Scars

I’m not a knight
that most women dream of having
or what some people
aren’t used to seeing.
Doffing my armor,
let me “show and tell” you
about my bedroom battle scars.

At first glance,
you’ll notice the singes
from hand-prints that once
scorched my chest.

Along my abdomen,
passed the many wax burns,
are two sets of initials—
permanently etched 
and burdened to carry.

Looking at my wrists,
you’ll see healed bruise marks—
having been rubbed raw from
being hand-cuffed or tied down. 

Born with a
bullseye beauty mark
on my bottom lip,
it’s an obvious target 
that’s been gnawed
and preyed upon.

While you’re there,
take a look at my neck.
It gives me chills
thinking about
all the bite marks
that once excited me.

Turning around,
you’ll see angel wings
scratched across my shoulder blades.
It’s not as prominent
on the small of my back
or behind my thighs
but there were a few.

Each scar has its story 
and they’re not fairy tales.
I’m a knight forever bound to her fire.
The hotter, tougher,
rougher, and wilder—
the better my skills 
will remain a myth to many. 

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Mornings with You


I’d braid your hair
with the rays of morning.
I would tie it up
with the dawn-colored ribbons
from the clouds 
while breathing in your amber.
I would hum a tune
so the birds can sing for you.
I would cherish
your morning dew eyes,
glistening from the sunrise,
when they look into mine.

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Constellation Connection

I’ve been known to toss a few secrets toward the stars, some wishful thinking and waking to next-morning regrets.

But tonight’s a little different.

Picking a constellation to trust this with, I made sure to remind it that it wasn’t a wish but more a message.

Eavesdropping ears of stoic stars listened in, slightly jealous I didn’t choose any of them.

Here is what I whispered,

“Come home.”

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