Bill Wolak

by Horror Sleaze Trash on March 31, 2013


 Bill Wolak is a poet who has just published his eighth book of poetry entitled Whatever Nakedness Allows with Cross-Cultural Communications. He has published poems in Clean Sheets, Bare Back Magazine, Literarily: Erotic, Featherlit, and Meat for Tea. He is currently working on a translation of the Italian poet Annelisa Addolorato with Maria Bennett. Mr. Wolak teaches Creative Writing at William Paterson University in New Jersey.


When Love Ends



When love ends,

your body slams shut

like a locked door

that still dreams

of becoming a window,

and all the memories

of the only one

who could touch you

with moonlight

vanish like forgotten keepsakes

abandoned to a junk drawer

in a faraway house

that burned to the ground.


Fire Writhing Against Wood



Dust warms when your legs bend around me

like a scarf embracing the wind.

From the fiction of your thighs,

cold ashes become embers again.

When your body caresses mine

like fire writhing against wood

your flesh draws me inside you,

and I thrust first faster then deeper.

as you give me your mouth again

with the kiss of a tree falling into water.



The Statue of Lightning



For those who will do anything in the dark.

the inexorable momentum of nakedness

begins like breakwater disappearing into thick fog

as the rain’s eyes of dust wink

from shadows in a leather suitcase

knowing the stowaway’s whereabouts

because the man holding a ladder turns suddenly

knocking over the statue of lightning

with nipples the color of everything fire touches

when a wayward finger follows

the warm crotch seam of your jeans

to the point of no return on the map of desire

where the password is always now.


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