I am so proud of my newest book, Wanton Disarray. Half break up poems and half erotic poems. After all you have to lose a few to appreciate the wins. I'm going to put a poem here to peak your interest.

The first time a

woman undresses a man
her hands shake, grappling
tiny buttons, smaller holes.
Her own body senses assaulted
by his lips, touch
the breeze as her own
clothes drop to carpet.
Every zipper a Herculean challenge
disorientation from the magic
of smooth sin, brush of fingertips
spell of mystery, surprise.
A miracle only once
this speaking
in secrets and sweets.

A thousand times you will try to recreate this.

But eventually even the memory
will be nothing more than
a whisper of lips
remembered on rainy days