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These are the parts of you I never touched, like the words I left unsaid. Your cheek, pale in the pre-dawn light was it rough with stubble? ..

We could easily be mistaken for a couple, except you don't take my hand. I walk beside you awkwardly, and sit across from you at the square ta..

So I admit I tried it on, the dress I bought intending to resell, wrested from a rack at the outlet mall, where it hid crushed among the forma..

After a Day of Rain Lilly pads ..

Liquid swishes past your ears, between your toes, through tiny fingers. You open your eyes and see Light but it is dim, You are protected by ..

In the People magazine there is an article about your old belongings soon to go to auction. Your many-colored pumps line the bottom of a page, ..

Night Shift Gin and cigarettesB he always smelled of them.. He drank until his pores exuded the scent of gin. The smoke of the day=s cigarette..

I do not expect love to bloom in February, like bulbs forced to blossom indoors. Even the early crocuses wait for March. In a sudden burst of ..

He expects her now. Every time he turns a street corner he finds himself breathless. He has become a student of women’s lips, and of the ..