The feelings meet

Pink white frillsplastic cup dreamsthe smell of sweet candy perfumeboys in molded shapesand far awayglares he,outside his windowtowards me on TVthe history rolling outsidecaptured in now decades old TV shows Back when I stood wearing my skirtnot knowing you wanted to caress my legsand to grab hold of everythingthat laid tethered to mefor you toContinue reading “The feelings meet”

Smell of plastic in the rain

The night is wild It’s all game You’re standing in your jacket on the beach in the rain There’s newfound jolt in me that wants to abrase the arms of your jacket And breathe in its plastic freshness Burying my face in the cold wet shell of you How strong you feel, through and throughContinue reading “Smell of plastic in the rain”