Tag: Desire

Cold Floor

Cold Floor The dust scurries, moves, hides My fingers take the pulse of linoleum Wax, dirt, desire, finish, surface, sealer, room Remnants of a shine, dried bugs, skeleton specks We were the warmth, the life, the struggle, the stumble Lying there as outlines of… Continue Reading “Cold Floor”

Alice

She sets a folded towel upon cool sheets, her ass makes a depression on the mattress. Silence is never a full-proof method of understanding each other, even if hands are involved. They touch, then they talk. Talking is never a full-proof method of… His… Continue Reading “Alice”

She Is Not Among The Debris

    She forgets the slow current’s nature The bridge makes memory disappear Both sides, anchored to one another By concrete skin, steel bolts, a mirage Beams and illusion. Hazy covenant The shores are never separate sides Only two similarities, held in suspension  … Continue Reading “She Is Not Among The Debris”

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A World Away Means We Are Dust

  A world away means we are dust Showing a sign Is a leaf in the crack of the sidewalk   Even if I did say Something stupid You know I’m true   Even though I got mad You know my heart is real… Continue Reading “A World Away Means We Are Dust”

The River (Portrait #1)

  The river– Cold, of a certain depth, certain speed, enough to conceal . Annie had freckles that hid frowns, dusty eyes—unmanageable red hair like wild wires sitting upon a strange round head. Pulling Jessie’s wet wrists, towards the water, hands slipped away. Annie… Continue Reading “The River (Portrait #1)”

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