A Romantic Dinner
The candles are glowing ever stronger; their light on tasseled curtains has yet to die out. Lingering longer, I wait for the door knob to make a sound. I watch the thickening smoke curl upward, and I watch it shift about. The table's set:...
Robert
Oh, if we could have those days we once breathed: days before more base and profound passions than our own. Days before obligations. Days of spirits and beer, of wine and weed. Days when you fought for my beliefs, though they were never your...
Deviance
Should not our hearts and souls come first, when finding a mate and life to share, if not for the flesh, but love, we thirst? It seems so crass, what's beneath one's skirt or pants should determine such affairs. Should not our hearts and souls...
Compact and Extend
My parts inside still compact and extend: one at night, and the other with the day. Beneath your weight I continue to bend, though with far fewer pieces since this home has changed. If I asked, would you tell me where he's gone? If I asked,...
A cloudy Saturday morning, alone...
I sat in the rain today and watched the falling shadows play, making ripples come and ripples go. Standing water used to show a reflection of who I am, but rain drops crashed and broke me down. How can I be sure I'm me when I have no...