Near the Edge

Near the Edge

I bought a window box, painted it sage green like the style mags said.  Planted multi-coloured pansies and red geraniums.  You didn’t notice.  I added a windmill.  It whirled and twirled in the breeze.  Irritated the hell out of the neighbours.  I swapped it for a gnome.  Not ‘on trend’.  You still didn’t take any…

The More Things Change

As the dancing gets wilder, I slip outside for a smoke. Under a bare bulb, by a rank and fermenting wheelie bin, I light up, longing to take off my fancy shoes. He comes after me as I knew he would. I hand him my ciggie, lipstick-marked, and he takes a long pull. “That kind…

Alone, naturally

We moved in perfect union until our satisfying end. Your calloused fingertips caressed my face. I opened my mouth to speak but you placed a finger on my lips and shook your head. Instead I moved until my head lay on your shoulder. Gazing at the window, my legs rubbed against yours. I twisted under…