A Better Day

...until she hits you on the head asking, "Why 31 and not 41, not 51...?"

He said he pinched himself
Still in disbelief
That he is my husband
"Really, REALLY...!" he said.

Black. Let me try this one, she said, “…can I do this by my own…?” Pushing him away A self-deprecating Twist on her lip, Still smiling, “I look …..y,” Nearly taking it off White...

Ignoring me, you let your Beautiful big eyes rest on your screens Fine. Be that way then. I will brush your cheeks As an old memory Breeze into your shining hair, newly highlighted, As a vague question in your mind Rest...

How with feeling your eyes smiled today I cannot describe it, simply cannot They ask me to come for life And stay for children They promised me, That the thighs will remain curious Why the breasts are heavier, And why...

“I have a new shirt,” said the gypsy. She drew me closer, within reach of her pair of sure hands “White with Green accents in the collar and cuffs,” she smiled. I saw only her neck, her ear and...