Tag Archives: Lovers
the forests curved path your warm breath mixing with mine kiss in dappled light
I am contained by spit and bailing wire, the old go-cart knocked together from peach crates, roller skates, an old wooden skate affixed with bent nails to peach-stained slats. Rocking down hills, round hairpin turns, skipping cracks and gaps. Memory. Bailing … Continue reading
To be said, about love. Birthed in the shadow of the rock, a daughter of Tyre thou art my hiding place dozing, salamander curled, nose to tail, fire banked, … Continue reading
You hit me / like Boal / hit women. My love. Imagine my surprise.