CuppaGemma

No one, except another poet could keep on knocking, soliciting you with verse Ringing at odd hours and asking, “If possible, fix me a sandwich…” Gobbling up intimate moments forming characters rumbling out their minds Wanting to be pulled into the raw hit of heart demands Going on, going back Never intent on selling or […]

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His legs are gangled meter sticks, flexing occasionally at the knee, swiveling in the rack and pinion of his pelvis and incapsulated by worsted wool finished with soft sole wing tips… taking two stairs at a time his stride pushes the lines away She shivers in hose and mutters, “Damned skirt has no kick pleat” […]

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Leaning on their elbows as cheeks pull in their dimples and jowls sigh wide contentments they nuzzle noses mid sentence enjoying the taste of lips over latte finding their day in that hour conversation carts pulling with fast and slow lulls coupled by their eyes, “Want another” “Nah, just sit for a bit” before schooching […]

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