4 years ago. May 15, 2020 at 11:48 AM
The warmth of the sun - no
The fresh abandoned sheet.
Nothing colder.
a kiss a slap a scream a sigh
The silence which follows, enticement or chasm?
slippery like dropped punctuation
candlelight and the promise of torches
Chihuly glass perched on Jenga of moments...
the back of her head, leaving or lust
the grasp of air or hair
taste of promise, sweetness of lie
our world a cheap waterbed on shaky foundation.
