Sometimes you can smell it From the pores, In just the right amount of proximity This desire, a naughty thing To be close To be felt To be dangerously understood The fight for intimacy is clawing An angry thing screaming for softness So loud, so insistent that Sometimes you dare For a look, a conversation, a tether Signaled in kind eyes yet Often a false alarm In that moment of recoup, a decision To grow harder Or to allow a momentary love A gesture with no pl

Playground, 2010 “Riiiiinnggg!!!,” the bell chimed, signaling recess. All of the elementary school children, cooped up for most of the...

Reflection an image seen in a mirror, in whose likeness? The mirror bestowed at birth The one always being molded, manufactured,...

Tick tock, tick tock Nobody can stop the clock Tick tock, tick tock… Summer daze, endless haze Walking hand in hand Feet in the sand,...