Lust Never Sleeps

Saying, “Come here already!” she threw her handbag on the bed. We go places and come home repeatedly. Days, months, years go by, Her love (and lust) never wavers. How did this happen? Her hugs tighter than...

Early morning, rain lashing at the window. A body sleeping on the bed. A dream entered that body. An old woman in the dream.

“Here, take these glasses,” said she, When I said I can’t see the Totality. Still seeing only darkness, I mumbled to myself, “Why I still can’t see it, even with these?” I turned...

He asks me, "Do you remember?"
"The Peet's Coffee place?"
"The bell we heard at the train tracks?"
Almost reaching to hold my hand

First cold hands, then warm you Soon sheets of macrolove Enveloped me and you Like a front that’s come in “You silly,” you said “It doesn’t die,” you said And now, fat raindrops Fall...