captured.
in stolen light;
curved, come-hither
smile.
regal gypsy
fools-gold
if the best of us
were the kind of fools
who knew the price
of you.
Month: September 2023
fleet ing
there is something
ephemeral
about a touch
it makes me think of
a kiss
on the palm
a cold nose
against my cheek
the accident of life
that makes a cool breeze
feel like the world can
breathe