Marina is “la poetessa obscura”, as friends call her; a vagabond poet, tumbleweeding her way through the Arabian desert, anthills of Bangkok, and Vienna’s respectable suburbs. Words keep her grounded, if only for a while, where she feels most at home, in the liminal between real and imaginary.

De(misty)fy Me

Nails trace the prickled hair on the nape 

graze slanting angles of the shoulder blades

leave forceful forays 

along the undulations of the back

then halt sharp in willful whim 

just short of the inverted curvature 

of tailbone in tumultuous tremor



don’t move

just stay there 

there...



damp dimples palpitate on probing tip

encode the loops in pensive palmistry 

of mental musk and bumpy breathing

curls tugged too tight by tangled fingers

in measured tact 

designed to tame and topple



broaching the subject of quick release

is not an option, tongue torque 

in figure eights in fast then slow motion

ease of changing pace leaves 

telltale trail of salted salivation

sends SOS-incessant signals 

up the spine 

to crescents carved on arms and shoulders 

in cunning capture

marking intended indentations



there...



stubble chafing skin on thighs

not so subtle, the raspy wriggling

made moot in heaving oscillation 

of shameless shivers

forced mute, submerged in stream

of titillating torsion 

frequency of pull-and-push distortion

failed scriptures of fictitious systems



calloused palm a scarring sin 

on wafer-thin of calf in eerie exodus

of pulse convulsing in St. Vitus’ vision

mists demystify dystopian division

fluidity of fallen faith

a sweet-and-sour sangria

sated strive for missing links

left open wide to lie and leak

in quixotic quest for aimed annihilation.