Ducking My Head Between The Pages

Ducking my head between the pagesThis mounting pile – high on my deskPicture postcard from the far goneLost her to traveling’ roadside burlesque Hiding my mind between the sheetsBut my coffee had long grown coldWritings spilled slightly on the saucerLoneliness steeped until its forever bold

Trading Euphemisms In The Dark

Trading euphemisms in the darkBlankets piled high on the bedFinding warmth between ourselvesLove inhabits where fear can’t treadSheets getting tangled in our bodiesChorus of breathing getting thickCherishing & celebrating each momentGrateful she still let’s me dip my wick

I Liked Her Summer Dress

  I liked her Summer dressA muse’s vulnerability in a pileShe spoke in perfect verseBut I loved best her smile