Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Sunday, May 29, 2016
Saturday, May 28, 2016
Friday, May 27, 2016
Thursday, May 26, 2016
Youth of Summer
He road the bus home with me,
May was sticky on our skin as
mosquitoes sipped our blood and bones.
I remember playing basketball
out in the driveway and how we waved
at all the cars passing by hurriedly.
Then we went inside for lemonade -
the perfect treat, or so I thought
before he lifted me onto the counter...
soon I was entangled in his arms
swimming in his warmth, a moment later
I was queen of Louisiana summertime.
Nex’t thin’ I knew he was in my arms
and I was in his mouth. Nothing hungry,
but there wasn’t any innocence either.
Now that I think about it,
my first kiss was mostly bitter-sweet.
I’ll just blame that bayou heat. . .
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Monday, May 23, 2016
Sunday, May 22, 2016
Saturday, May 21, 2016
Thursday, May 19, 2016
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
Sunday, May 15, 2016
Saturday, May 14, 2016
Friday, May 13, 2016
Thursday, May 12, 2016
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Burn Baby, Burn
I want to start a fire
my kindling you.
You know too hot
to touch, the burn -
the pain a candy
recalled from every shelf.
I want to start a fire
my kindling you.
I wonder if you
shake awake from
nightmares and her
like you did me.
I want to start a fire
my kindling you.
So I never have to
sleep in a bed of
strangers for a mere
moment with you.
Monday, May 9, 2016
Sunday, May 8, 2016
Saturday, May 7, 2016
Friday, May 6, 2016
Thursday, May 5, 2016
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
Monday, May 2, 2016
Sunday, May 1, 2016
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