The air was sweet and thickin a summer's night mistwhen her palm slipped into mineand softly squeezed just onceas if that meeting of flesh said "I already know."  Whatever transmuted betweenour own skins and electricityseemed to slip past me because I was still trying to use words. I thought they were the only wayto describe the way neon lightsflashed against her eyes at nightdriving past the city wherethe glows just fain...

Lunch was over and the girls were packing their luggage in preparation to leave. The boys were doing the same. No one would forget this year's reunion. Billy was finished packing and sat on his bed. He watched his cousin, Jamie, as he packed.  ”You know, ” Billy exclaimed, ”I can't wait till next year.” Jamie looked up at his cousin with a grin and nodded, ”Yeah, I know what you mean. I've never had so much excitement.” B...

There's an entire language here,it will enjoin us soon enough,it will separate us in time. I can almost touch the words from here,alien swirls and parallels that couldstream in and out and back througheach other in endless intricate swirls,reckless until we see a pattern emerge. And I soon felt the years weave through us,like beautiful tethers movingthe ether of before and after,how time wasn't something measuredeven thou...

Sometimes I want it to hurt. Something dark glimmered in your eyeswith moonlight washing over warm skin stillglistening from early fragrant rainfall,the sheen of a passed summer storm,tremulous hands began to reach outas if touching for the very first time. I could barely read you back then but the signs were alive all around me,the midnight air an invisible sweet mistthat almost seemed to hum with your need,with the most...

I went north to burn youas winter touched the landto light the pyre alone as you would've wanted,not as a woman or a soldier. But that which only death can tamehere where things no longer grow. And a part of my heart will forever harden here. And in all this dark and coldwhere banners refused to fly,the coming war was but a whisper then,we were still untouched by prophecy. I still remember fair skin and fiery hairsurround...

We all sat in a circle as Missy explained the game to us, laying the cards on the floor in front of her crossed legs. My attention was on the material of her terry shorts stretched tightly crooked between her legs. I was getting a great view up the hem of her crotch. Her white cotton panties, stretched tightly over her young pussy, were playing peekaboo. “I will ask questions from this deck,” Missy explained, “You can cho...

It's that one song we both loved,I played it to you the night we finally met face to face and I was probably too nervouswhen trying to explain what it meant. To me it was the hum of your car silently driving through some neon city,homesick for a place you've never been to,the longing for a touch when the nightsare just starting to leave us witha phantom chill caressing skin. One body calling out to anotherand even though...

There's blood with my name on it tonight,and I may never be coming back,it was always going to be ride or dieand I can't stop the coming tide.  You gave me something I can't name,something I don't know how to explain. But I made a made a few promisesand this is what I'll remember.... We drove here a long time ago,engine screaming along the blacktop,as wind tore through our clothesand you were almost rendered breathless,sh...

I went there years later whereyou whispered for us to meet. Wind quietly caressed the valleyand a faint sweetness hoveredas its own temporary ghostof lavender and iris and skin. And I already remembered the way my arms laced tightly around your waist,starlight gracing the young withits knowing incandescence like lightstill dancing and throbbing along edges of an extinguished constellation. And how you would make me never...

Your skin will forever contain winter. Please forgive me for what I've done. I will always see you covered in snow,beyond my knowing touch but moonlightstill caresses your entirety and illuminateswhere I am no longer able to reach. Just remember that I knew warmth once,that your embrace ignited some deep core,I suspect it's where stars collapse and form,where rainbows burst and where fire towers. Such a raw element needs...

I can still feel you there. Dancing to a different history,music floating in from another time,worlds away from that violent road,that was always love to me. Just remember it was only a little deaththat would seize your bare thighs,the kind that we all survive but are left forever changed fromwhere wheels move to bring usface to face again as strangers. Perhaps ready to love one another the right wayuntil I finally see ho...

You knelt by the bed when it was all over,body perched as if near an altarwhen your lips meet my templeand said to not feel guilty. This was only for you and me,the way flesh scorched so truly. And I wanted that kiss to leave a mark,not to prove that I was branded,it was more like I needed proof that you had loved me. I had more than enough, though. You sensed something hours ago,I was little more than hard flesh tremblin...

Beneath the deep lashingwhen a sweet pain bloomsthrough your aching nerves,I wonder if I'm still there.  I can still feel you,it's in the blood,in the heart. The sharp intake of breathwhen you cannot utter a name,when you're reduced to whimperand shivering naked flesh. There can be no words in that momentwhen your nerves signal a painful floodthat has learned to become a blissful tide,I'm still whispering in the undertowA...

  G A I L As I nervously drove to the hotel, I searched my memories and tried to remember when this first started. I think it was a progression of a thousand things over a very long period. All in all, I considered Mike and I had a pretty good marriage. We didn’t have a perfect relationship, but who does? I think (like many couples) we slowly became trapped in a relationship where intimacy was placed on the back burner fo...

I can't forget the way you cupped my face in the dark and I did the same to know the sensation. Even in that dark, a barely noticeable tinge of moonlight reached through the curtains to vaguely illuminate your face. I could make out your silhouette and it looked almost like the shape of a teardrop, of a pilot flame.  I think about how the grooves in our fingerprints are already reading each other through touch, memorizing...