Café con Leche

Skeletons in my closet wave hello having learned all too quickly my poison of choice: I’ll have one Latino man with a cup of charisma – hold the machismo… Skeletons in my closet mock me reminding me that love is … Continue reading

Some Kind of New York Times

Love and Its Pages You are like an old newspaper – comfortable, familiar, soft to the touch. I hold you in my hands, Running my fingers down your spine – I smell you: pasty, subtle, pleasant to my nose. Your … Continue reading

Rhythmic Rain

Pitter, patter
Cleanse my soul.

Exfoliate my reason, my worry.

Dream with me
Drop after drop.

Purge me,
Release me,
Love me.

Rhythm, rattle
Music playing on the strings of my heart.

I want to drink in your damp loneliness;
I want to be felt by you.

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