Intimacy

Feather light touch On the back of my hand

Abandoned Space

My heart is a dusty attic That has been left

Young woman seeking A dance partner

Wordsmith would you please Cobble together a phrase To convey my love

“If you love me” Is a terrible phrase

My ribs no longer Cage and protect

I don’t need you If all you’re going to do

He was a shinning example of an extrovert A beacon of social energy

You tore into me Like I was paper

There isn’t a line I wouldn’t cross