Poetry Prompt: 'Forever is composed of nows'
Just the right amount of squeeze
at my hip
of a lemon
on the pasta we craft for each other
of the sponge he knows I don’t like to touch when wet.
A tongue, a croissant, a bottom smack,
exactly when we wanted one
A well-timed tease, balletically treading that tightrope line
from this now, to the next, to the next to the next please
Moments studded above our ...
Saturday 9th January 2021 3:36 pm
New White Urban Pioneer
Deep is the dampness settling upon my brown skin.
A layered onion would not succumb to its
seduction.
An Oregon rain is persistent, precipitated by
a scowl of dirty clouds, a Creole-colored frown,
its sound preceding as if pitter-pattering feet running
free like caribou on an open plain.
Nothing tastes better than Jovino's Pinot Gris,
recommended by Emily, a wine...
Friday 22nd March 2019 1:47 am
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