We converse in actions, words inaccessible – have not been schooled in dialogues for two. His clutter spreads, pronounce’s a kingly presence, commands attention, oppresses.
Is this clawing essential? Are we creating a practical life, a persuasive existence; or are we restrained by judgments? Do we value joint holdings, going
It stalks – colourless, soulless, skin of leather, ears tufted – a demon predator crouching in the private places awaiting bloody attack A wife reigns
Here’s a boy, tender and raw, heart exposed awkward innocence blocking his intention Here’s a man, eyes fiery coals, hands coarse , face leather, smoky
She’s in the kitchen cleaning, prepping sweetness; wishes to nurture childlike longings – sugar laden gifts, honeyed chops hooks her men with culinary preciseness as
Mystery holds allure – dark, unkempt unknowns entrap a young woman’s heart She is bright-eyed, trusting hurried engagements, equates fatherhood with responsibility moves in, settles,