when i die, may i be reborn as a rosewood tree
and be made into a fine set of drawers
that you’ll place inside your bedroom
a silent sentinel, i will safeguard your sleep
and i’ll keep your naughty secrets locked in me
sniffing your tiny pink panties with the unicorns
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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if i chose a superpower
i would pick to be errant dust
i’d pass through glass and hour
fling into eyes with every gust
any batman, any joker
would be out of their league
neither spade nor super soaker
will slow my grainy blitzkrieg
you can hide your useless gun
and unclench those comic fists
my stinging blasts you’ll not outrun
get my warning, get the gist
not a sick, bloodthirsty flower
nor nipples spewing toxic lust
if i chose a superpower
you’d tire of choking on my dust
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022
Hi, this is Julia. I am sending you my intimate photos as I promised.
— arode
Hi, Julia! Thanks for the X-rays of your coccyx. They’re really exciting but may we suggest you consult a trauma specialist instead? (And we prefer CT images anyway. They’re sexier.)
— Tati & Tony (Epic Epicurists of Erotic Medical Imaging in Search of the Perfect Stapes)
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022
Everywhere we would walk, your lovely petite mounds would bounce up and down so fetchingly. Stairs were always a welcome adventure. Cresting every curb was always a buoyant little triumph.
What I always loved the most, however, was watching them defy gravity any time you took to a trampoline. I’d be captivated, counting my lucky stars that I’d get to share my life with the owner of such exquisitely rounded delights. Up and down. Up and down. I was besotted.
And then you’d snap me out of it: “Come on! Get up here!”
God. Those heels! Please never wear shoes.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021
let us remember
tie our navels end to end
umbilical dreams
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021
unbolt me 