Love is we are 15, and we are fragile, our egos, our bodies, still growing, stirred by life, and desire, and the moisture of lust, and we seek attention, and make foolish decisions, and have unrequited feelings, that never reach closure, or fruition, and we are in our heads, a cloudy fantasy, of bleachers, and […]
Tangled Up in Blue {Poetry}
Painting, Marc Chagall, 1949, The Colour of Love Today I want to be tangled up in blue, I want to do the opposite of something, to just be still with you, I want to wrap my arms around you like a blanket, a blanket we suddenly need, and then I want to feed you – […]
When You Whisper My Name {Poetry}
where I look first, when I walk in, is the couch, where so often, I straddle you, you, watching the game, or sleeping, you, with your head leaning back, I pounce, like a cat, a purring cat, to distract, your very being, your resolve to watch the final inning, or listen to it at least, […]