“Distant Contact”

let’s look at those lines
crossing pages lazily,
haphazardly dropped
otherwise abandoned
(hardly a good admission)
flung far and poised
accidentally appropriately
for cross-room eyes.


“Cinnamon Girl”

Liquid fingers slide down shoulder blades
peppered with scattered strands of cinnamon
hair, framing with scrawls a flowers blossom
bursting from the small of her back.