Less talk more write
Edited flirtations grace the stillness of aloneness
Love is passed casually through cellular channels
A dissemblence of touch leave thumbs contorted
Love is blind I guess
A soft sigh leaves us laughing
Planned fornication lends to throws of passion
Ashing this cigarette makes me feel young
And I need to remember sometimes that I am
Age is a state of mind I’ve been told
Pleasure seeks to activate memory
Delving deeply into the coil
Sharing love songs we dance til dripping
Flashing notes that travel distance
Sound capitulates the moment
Laughter escapes lips moist with liquor
Echoed whispers through fallen leaf song
Leave them all behind he bellows
It was then she knew it was all a dream
A story she read in the paper this morning