She thinks I am in love with you

She thinks I am in love with you I don’t know what she sees Everything I do and dare My glossy lips and bedhead hair How I walk on air? I don’t know what she hears An old tape (in her head) stuck on play International spies and hearsay Listening to us sip cabernet? I … Continue reading She thinks I am in love with you

It All Makes Sense

Sight Downy fine hair on my shoulders The indented crease down your spine Crooked pinky finger I smashed in a door How your face twists when you say “It’s fine.” Sound I live and breathe with words However clever, dating by text fizzles The sound of your climax I imagine Your voice’s intonation sizzles Smell … Continue reading It All Makes Sense