Someday I’ll ask you to tell me when your hair got so yellow,
not blonde, but yellow, like the dandelions in that field in Pennsylvania
that I saw each summer when we visited Aunt Janie.
I’ll ask you to tell me when your eyes got so green,
like the sea bled into it or like…
You kept on trying to save what was left
Of the leaves left after Fall fell on Summer
And drowned into Winter’s white winds.
You kept telling me that I could spring
Life from my veins in Spring and that Summer
Wouldn’t dry my tears any faster than Winter would
But I told you that the…
I didn’t realise I was at war until
they told me. Cold, crisp, clinical -
doctors. Plastic chairs. The big C.
Then I started noticing, things
like looking far too pale in the
morning. Ghostly. I wasn’t ready
to haunt anyone just yet. I turned
green when they…
Mr. Storm Cloud leaves me a note on a post-it. He sticks it to the window of the internet cafe where I like to sip tea while I scroll through personal ads like an information zombie. I’m staring blankly at the screen, but I’m really contemplating important existential inquires like, “What should I…
Editor’s Note: Enchanting.
The waves have
Nothing on the
Shape of her thighs
And the skies can’t
Breathe when she sighs.
She’s the one I want
In the light, the night
Would be too envious.
I want to take
Her out on the
Shores of my smile
And rock her with the
Miles of my wile.
She doesn’t need
Our mouths are
The wind thinks it’s
Tought but you
Haven’t seen rough
Until you’ve seen our
Love. Her bosom
Is my cove and
I’ll never remove
My face from the
Place where skin
And wind collide.