Kindle
I strike a match—a flicker.Possibility crackles in the air;a sparkdances between usbefore the flame catches. Eyes meet.Heat rises—a silent pulse,a force older than the sunpulls us in. My breath catches.Inches feel like milesjust beforethe touch of fingertipsor the brush of lips,the space betweenheavy with the scentof desire— a breath held,on the edgeof touch.
A Literary Flirtation
He sits sprawled,in his usual overstuffed chair.Pretending to read,but watching her instead. She types him in quiet stanzas,eyes lowered.She peers through her lashesmemorizing every detail Every glance he stealsis a line borrowedfrom the poem in her heartand the margins of her longing. He reads herin sidelong silences,lips twitching at the cornersdecoding ellipses where words should […]
Metaphor or Dandelion
You don’t need to be born speaking metaphor to learn its language.You simply have to look at the world differently. The world is always whispering. The work is learning how to listen with more than your ears. Metaphorical seeing is less about effort and more about openness—a kind of sacred noticing. The poets call it paying […]