(Published at Spillwords) The thought of love without himshifts the ground beneath her feet.Whatever he meant, he said it instead.A cool breeze pulls her ponytail southbound,and tears… Read more “We’re Done”
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Stumbling Over Love
I said no to drugs,but I’m drunk offher kiss.My thin lips joinedwith her sumptuous smile.I stumbled over my dialectsticking my tongue between herwords with an awkwardgulp.Amused, she… Read more “Stumbling Over Love”
Home For Christmas
“On your own again,” she said.“Pack your shit and hit the road.Go where time travels slowlyand the wildfires of hell refinewhat’s left of your soul.”She told me… Read more “Home For Christmas”
Love Returns in November
An autumn breeze ruffles the curtains,flickering rays through the window,separating evening shadowswell before the alarm clock does its thing.I was staring at the ceiling, hardly sleeping,hardly breathing… Read more “Love Returns in November”
This Feels Right
I washed shyness down,sipping cheap white wine.Innocent enough to touch,we rested by the fireplacenear the couch,melting the quiver in her lower lip.As if in a drought,her mouth… Read more “This Feels Right”
The Invitation
Mark is the black sheep of the family and thinks the government monitors cell phones, so he never called. But when Ben receives a letter with an… Read more “The Invitation”
Regretful Date
Another way to stay awayleaving me on the side ofa road near an empty parking lot;a cost I lost count, struggling to breathe.The fractured streetlights blinkedoff my… Read more “Regretful Date”
Dive Bar Love
She bumped into me,asking if she couldbuy me a drinkat a dingy dive bar.Affection glowed in her eyes.I told her she could.It was just a drink;that’s all… Read more “Dive Bar Love”
Love What Not to Miss
From the outside, looking in as if a friend, the moon hung its faint light on her nude, pale, thin figure as she undressed in her Victorian… Read more “Love What Not to Miss”
Scarier Than Night Terrors
Her skeletons cluttered my closet.I’m buried in her lust;tripping over trust,lost in seclusion, rattled bylucid confusion in a photoof her standing next to him. I’m fighting her… Read more “Scarier Than Night Terrors”
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