Phone rings or it doesn’t ring
Creditors, banks, “loss recovery”
If only they’d help me with this grief
Bumper-car belly growing all around me
So thick no ...
they danced with abandon
on hot summer nights
and set fire to their fears to keep warm
in the cold
and ended each day
with a whispered “always”
she is mythical
borne of fire and gemstones
she exudes energy and breathes life into me
and weaves a complete cipher around me
i worship her
I often desired more
with the impatient burning within the chest
the shapeless dance of naive shadows
being stripped of love and wish
in the dusty single ...
listen carefully as i clearly state my business
i’m here today to confess my illicit intentions
i admit it; my heart’s been compromised
my unwavering ...
by Pamela Denchfield
Because the child does not have the power to withhold consent, she does not have the power to grant it.--Judith Lewis ...
The midnight coffee beans always remind me of her-
the desk lamp the open laptop the half open window,
the curtains dance softly in wind.
I stare at the ...
My fingers still search that little emptiness
on midnight bed
where once you slept with
your Summer warmth.
Now there lies the other part of me.
In that orange afternoon I first saw you
at that moment I knew you are the woman
after the sleepless nights the scent of you
made me love life ...