Midnight Jambalaya

Midnight Jambalaya happens when you can't sleep at night. Sometimes I write down my Mindnight Jambalaya - here's mine from last night:

micro autopsy, miniature biopsy, what does it all mean? IDK, spaceships, inanimate objects, pirates, the smell of ink, and why does the smell of bacon linger? i wish i could sleep, my throat is dry, prairie dog, lincoln log, dusty frog, words... now it's Dexter, water running, tick tock, smack a clock, naughty talk, lay on sticks, damp smells, jingle bells, drops of dew, midnight, stop! nuclear positioning, french bulldogs, my rainbow face, outer space, cry me a river, chopped liver, go deliver, quiver, it's all about gummies, peace out, David Bowie, Samuel Jackson, lost friends, potato sandwich, castles, surfing, hot guys, play dough, pampers, party feet, happy feet, dancing, pick nick, palace, space cookie, man pies, pumpkin pretzels, pineapple pancakes, spaghetti balls, fire dungeon, flutter fart, goodnight.

Mini Erotica

The room was quiet, but their minds were racing with thoughts. Thoughts of what they would do to one another. Thoughts they shouldn't be having.
They sat across from each other, smiling - silent. The fireplace was roaring, the heat flushing their cheeks, warming their loins.
They wouldn't touch. They knew they never could.

fragment

She walks into the apothecary to purchase a single bar of black soap. She then makes her way to the front to pay, that's when he sees her.
Her wrists are delicate - I can see the blood pumping through her veins, under her transparent skin. Blue-green pulsations - I can snap her like a twig, right here and now. I hesitate instead, I softly kiss her.