your palms remember warm silk of my skin travel the contours of my curves and edges your lips remember my coffee scented kiss softness into fierceness yielding into claiming your fingers remember shape of my hip what it is to cradle my head when you draw me ever closer in the poetry we write together … Continue reading Poetry in Motion
Your palms remember warm silk of my skin when they travel the contours of my curves and edges Your lips remember my coffee scented kiss softness into fierceness yielding into claiming Your fingers remember shape of my hip what it is to cradle my head when you draw me ever closer in the poetry we … Continue reading Poetry in Motion
Your palms remember warm silk of my skin when they travel the contours of my curves and edges Your lips remember my coffee scented kiss softness into fierceness yielding into claiming Your fingers remember shape of my hip what it is to cradle my head when you draw me ever closer in the poetry we … Continue reading Poetry in Motion
Your mouth is so close to my cheek That I can feel the warmth of your breath Smell the coffee you had at 4 o’clock Late in the day for Caffeine I thought at the time We have been circling around each other For days, for weeks Darting closer Withdrawing back Unable to read … Continue reading White Flag November 2016
Brave & Reckless 