Last Call’s Final, Parting Gut-punch

the mirror behind the bottles behind the bar offer a view of your girl’s face as she endures your embrace and keeps an eye on me, waiting for a time when he will die of exhaustion, or shame, or by her hand and we can be together toss your hair, dance for me care notContinue reading “Last Call’s Final, Parting Gut-punch”

Sensations of Copulation

sex is happening beside me, inside my mind a couple sit, myself beside her like an impromptu menage she rubs her dress straight on the surface of her long legs with pointed hands and painted nails she laughs with her partner carelessly tossing her hair behind her which brushes my shoulder and she excuses herselfContinue reading “Sensations of Copulation”

i hear you, my dear

the loneliness, even in a crowd is written long-hand on your cheeks like a tearful love song “Take me away” say your lips “Lay with me in paradise” say your eyes “Come with me – fast – let’s not look back” say your fingers as they nervously are worn down by the erosion of yourContinue reading “i hear you, my dear”

the mirror behind the bottles

the mirror behind the bottles behind the bar, offer a view of your girl’s face as she endures your embrace and keeps an eye on me waiting for a time when he will die of exhaustion, or shame or by her hand and we can be together toss your hair, dance for me care notContinue reading “the mirror behind the bottles”

dance of youth

all around is insecurity – a room of adult children slow-dancing three feet apart, like at a school dance daring themselves to touch someplace new, daring, and potentially warm and exciting the disco ball and pounding music offer distraction a blanket to mute the senses and excuse a move not attempted drops of nervous sweatContinue reading “dance of youth”

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