"Sometimes the past never quite lets go"
Memorabilia memorials in a battered boxFragments of near forgotten timeDog eared photos finger strokedBadge pins speckled with rustFool's Gold found in a silver discEstuary wails in a Country HouseSnogging tongues beneath sodium lightsTrembling sodden under drizzle skiesA love bite necklace...
"Love, even though …"
Our heady daysof sex surpriseset us ablazebetween our thighsand masked the fearthat nothing moremade us adhereat thirty-four.The sweaty heatof burning lustmade Hope's conceitincongruous.Your desperate grasp,my frenzied kiss,our unveiled gasp,left us remiss.The Future gavethis to impart:"Though you've been brave,you’re best apart."Razed...
"Time heals all wounds, but sometimes it needs a helping hand"
It's a few hours before opening time at Duke's. Rita and I are going over plans for a 75th birthday party we're throwing a week Wednesday night. Sal Harper is one of our favorite regulars. A retired ACLU attorney, she's...
Three knocks, then anotherI peer throught the peepBeen a year-- no, almost twoAnd the memories flood backOur bodies intertwinedIn bed and soapy tub, in the meadow and the carHeads and hands between begging legs, not caring who knowsYou, the ideal...
"Half the school assumed that Sean and I would tumble into a relationship if given the right push."
Half the school assumed that Sean and I would tumble into a relationship if given the right push. And push us they did, but nothing ever came of it.–Sean was my best friend. One of a long line of Male...
"Restraints, clamps, the tease of a razor-sharp edge."
The memories in her head had texture. A honey-drop flame releasing wax in rivulets of smoothly chaotic trails, unique and vivid.She fed them to her starved mind. Restraints, clamps, the tease of a razor-sharp edge. Recollections of orgasms she’d only...
They emerged from the brush and stood on the plateau overlooking the valley. Splashes of fiery oranges and yellows painted the evening horizon.She held him warmly. “This is where you undressed me and asked me to stand in the open,...
I ask the pretty woman how they put the moonglow in a necklace. She smiles and says that it was a gift from her husband years ago, that they make them with an image of any date's moon you pick....
I wrote you a love letter.But it burned before you could read it.There, in the warmth of the sunThat was in your eyesWhen you told me you loved me.I wrote you a love letter.But pieces were stolen in the windWhich...
"winter rose raises memories"
That last rose of Summertossing wildly on chilly February breezessadly, the man watchesand lets his thoughts take flightpetals liftingah, as her skirts had liftedrevealing her favoured silken lingerie,orange, as were those fluttering petalsthat single rose survivesharsh frosts, wild rainsand winter...
