Love Story


She wanted him
to split her open
dig the marrow
residing within
her innocent tongue
speaks into his ear.

No one notices
his fingers typing her keys
translating a foreign language.
He listens
to buy her a house
Santa Fe, living.

She feels the sand
touching her skin
the sun drying her hair.
The flowers enlarged
done in pastels
the stamen a brighter yellow.

The honeybee works
royal jelly,
sweet nectar her perfume.
Romeo his brother
Juliet her sister
together they sipped the poison.

Four lover’s  of silken dreams.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s