1-900-Anxiety
1-900-Anxiety
I get my therapy over the phone—
She pushes happy pills between cam shows.
“Take two of these
and call me in the morning… Darlin’.”
I receive the anti-depressants
through the mail in a plain brown wrapper.
The sensation of silk
feels good against my naked skin,
but what I really needed—was a Valium.
Charles Coakley Simpson
Intimacy
Intimacy
Even in the dark I think of you—
That these shadows have made me long for your touch.
Might that I wrap myself in the soft, white blanket of your skin,
your words tumbling tenderly into my ear.
And yet as I pause to consider the gentleness within your voice
I realize it is only the sound of my heart—trembling
To be next to you.
Charles Coakley Simpson
Plum
Plum
Purse of passion–
fill my mouth with sweet reward.
And thus mind you not these lips pressed
as I lay my cheek on thigh’s pillow.
For it is the tongue which plays ardently in your garden,
exploring the virtues of smoothen skin,
divining for wine—
Sublime
Charles Coakley Simpson
Charles
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