By one caress, my fingers had met
the last of the warts
that reside on your hand.
By one year of caressing, however,
you’d encountered the first of the
burns that traverse
my fingers.
I kiss your abnormalities,Read More »
By one caress, my fingers had met
the last of the warts
that reside on your hand.
By one year of caressing, however,
you’d encountered the first of the
burns that traverse
my fingers.
I kiss your abnormalities,Read More »
Enamored folks in
the breeze stay silent. This sun
warms but cannot burn.
Canoes tilt slightly beneath garbanzo bean clouds.
We try to hear the crickets, but the silence is too
loud. Pink sky over aquamarine
sea, and I don’t look at you. Astute.
Relaxation. You can be my eyes. Don’tRead More »
Her scent entices
I’d risk chill for first tender
fragrant breeze of March
(feat. in The Lanthorn)
Digging through the attic chest,
throwing kisses across the floor
Digging through the attic chest,
scavenging for something moreRead More »
The memories we’d yet to live
unrolled before my mind
like a black and white scroll full
of mural after mural, and I
longed for the day when
you’d come color in.
Little did I know you’d shadeRead More »
harvest pumpkins for a gift
given with cold final kiss
as the once green leaves fell down