Issue Two - Melissa Stafford
kisses
seamless and lustful my advancing eyes my quickening pace sets motion into pale white skin and i am leaving marks my lips
pressing against their cold cheeks with a flurry even i did not. expect.
Route 9
I breathed
purple
heavy
calm
candlelight
last night
words
dripped
lightly
from my
lips
summer steam
the air
was
vaporous
languid
like your stare
like the sky
like the room
and time
slipped by
effortlessly
casual taste of
chocolate stars
and the moon hung
contentment
strung like
pearls
along the shore
the gentlest
kiss
I ever received
came from your patient
lips
and
soft
and
slow
like water talks to land
hypnotic
stripped
and
bare
white nights
call for nothing more
than the buzz
from a fan
and
sleep
like
dreaming
fish
swaying
to
the
rhythm