Ill-Fitting Finery
Seventeen seconds to seventeen years. The first expired as I mined for gold flecks sparkling in blue eyes, tick-tocking against …
Tag: romance
My Mama’s Wedding Bells
My Mama was a looker graced with smarts, engaging as a girl can get. By twenty, she’d won a hand …
poem for a woodshop
one more for the taste of sawdust on your neck and two paint cans cracking open in the corner …
Dust and Denim
He led a life of dust and denim trying to avoid the venom life had spat his way. She clad …
The Smoke That Follows
Consider first the innocent flame born of the cross-sparks between our gazes. Consider second that kisses can ignite cotton. Then …
Wildflower
They like it when she’s dark; past pouring from pores and love just around the corner, like a caterpillar, impatient, …
Embraced
Here against the face of clarity My faults attend the rush of your caress; I am the cliff before the …