Whisper words like “virgin” and watch
as images dance through their minds
of white satin gloves,
of innocent deer,
of crystal clear glass.
Write it on my i.d. or social,
but leave it off my nametag, please,Read More »
Whisper words like “virgin” and watch
as images dance through their minds
of white satin gloves,
of innocent deer,
of crystal clear glass.
Write it on my i.d. or social,
but leave it off my nametag, please,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 »
ride a little pony into town
ride a little pony-
oops-
you fell down
No longer two but twenty-two,
no longer atop my grandpa’s knees but straddling a tight rope,
no longer slipping between his legs-Read More »
I gaze at her
with my blue eyes singing
everything
I’ve never thought.
My eyes are inhaling,
and how they manageRead More »
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 »