In-time,
take a another step,
holding her thorny gift.
Step by Step
We’re breast to breast,
heart to heart,
cheek to cheek,
there spinning
on the dance
floor. Continue reading “Step by Step”
That Curve
That curve,
between rib and hip,
is the place
my rough hand fits. Continue reading “That Curve”
Dancer
Don’t dance
if you can’t
stand the heat
of a burning floor
under burning feet. Continue reading “Dancer”