Haunted

The ghost I’m haunted by Is the one I’ve created Myself, alone, Singlehandedly, Without intension Or foresight, Without the slightest foundation To fright. The ghost I’m haunted by- Lurking but a fraction away From a fingers touch, Like the mind numbing Manipulation Of a menacing muscle Convulsively contracting, That lingers Amid a thousand other Consciously […]

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The Value of a Single Word

I am in the air, Above mountainous clouds Of candy floss and cotton balls, Flying between beds That are not mine, Sheets bound to frames And pillows too puffed To be personal. I am the single sleeper- Positioned On the right edge of center, Using just one set Of towels Of the two provided, Opening […]

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Compatible Blends

We found each other, For a while As we searched separately For a new life Amid the ashes of a life already lived With bruised edges, Fractured hearts And losses to great to forget. We stopped for each other, All but briefly And, in delighted ignorance, Planned out a future As inseparable As water from […]

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The Wonder that was You

Are we alike- I ask myself? Could we ever be linked Together, Today, any day, As Mother and Son? Can we even claim Those titles Within each others eyes Having spent All our lives Apart, Or rather- All of mine Since that cord was cut? And yet, I wonder Do ties still bind? Did it […]

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The Christmas Kiss that Wasn’t Mine

For two months I’d waited for you- Adrift for a time from The mere sensation of even A stranger’s touch- Not knowing it was you, Of course, But for that longed for warmth To envelope me. How funny And how easy You became my Christmas present- Mon cadeau. My only gift had been a self-bought […]

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Winter’s Child

You gently Wrapped your first chill Around me The other night, As if to remind me It was time For the first blanket Of a season in changing, And I felt Comforted- Like the return Of the faithful familiar- Prompting me To double sheets under duvets, Close windows on sneezes, Return socks to naked feet, […]

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The Long Kiss

Longing to kiss you, Long And slow. But first- To tease temptation- I would trace my finger tip Along the line of your lip- To feel What soon I shall taste. I imagine, now Alone in the recess Of my craving mind, How we would move in Closer And I’d feel the heat Radiating from […]

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