her legs
taught and taut
the soft inner part of her thigh
that never touched when she walked
the flat of her belly holding a tiny meaty pooch
she rested smooth fingers on to laugh
the pout of her lips when
she smiled, Jameson strait up
never crying
no matter how many holes
she bore in herself
cigarette on the stoop
taking smoke in like a lover
or outside a cafe
bar
diner
maybe in the rain
or the pale light of spring morning
Mood: The UsualI only end up swimming in circles until finally
my mouth invites the hook in.
I open my big fish mouth as wide as it will go
and my eyes bulge as the water weeps off them. ...Created 2012-01-26 17:51:47
Mood: The Usualthe outside of your hand
drawn slowly down my cheek
from just below and beside my eye
thumb grazing soft trembling lips
you gazing at me in a mirror
me looking away
a beauty in me I could not see
in a room on a sandy beach
you fit perfectly at the curve of my back
your knees fold into the space behind mine
your warm hand rests on my breast
and the sound of us breathing together
crying up all night you on bended knee
we will laugh of this one day
I love you I love you
we were meant
for this...Created 2012-01-20 16:43:16
Mood: The UsualBeing broken hearted is so . . . expected. So many of us walk around with hands cupped on breast, trying to hold the pieces together. ...Created 2012-01-12 19:34:45
Be kind, take a few minutes to review the hard work of others <3 It means a lot to them, as it does to you.