by Nancy Machlis Rechtman He told me that my eyesWere stars twinkling in the nightAnd when he kissed me he murmuredThat my lips were the sweet petals of roses. My heart became the flutterOf birds’ wings soaring through the treesAnd his wordsWere the silky balm on my wounded soul. “Your…
With thanks to Wallace Stevens by Wallace-Ruby Morales Among our decades together The only moving thing Is the distance between you and me You and I are of three minds That exit sign Shakes the foil. Raises thunder in the distance. Our distance tastes of the spray of the sea…
