Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Our Conversations Have Hyphens

Take, for instance, our almost weekly
the-new-recipe-was-a-bust-so-it’s-either-
Bing’s-or-Ixtapa-tonight talk via cell phones
and three-letters-or-less text messages.

Not to mention the busy little
across-the-dining-room-table-list-poem
discussions we take turns writing in thin air
while passing the salt shaker back and forth.

How long has it been since we last enjoyed
a little just-after-midnight bawdy talk that romped
its way into a half-inebriated lust of please-
don’t-ever-stop-saying-my-name-like-that?

Still, last night’s cool-twilight-laughing-
over-coffee-on-the-porch-between-silences-
that-brushed-between-us-like-hummingbird-whirrs
discussion was nice – especially the way it ended

with a me-holding-open-the-screen-door-for-you
bit of chivalry followed by the sexiest
you-taking-my-hand-and-leading-us-quietly-
into-a-one-soft-kiss-after-another shower.




Crack the Spine - Issue 84 (page 25)

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