It’s An Island
Everyone loves to complain about love. It is glamorous to be miserable in love, skeptical or commitment-phobic. It’s sexy to have affairs while tied to a cold spouse. Even better to be that romantic vagabond uselessly searching for the one with whom to rest their soul.
Skin
In the undoing sliver of a glance
or by the wholeness of your hands
against my kindling skin,
you ignite me.
