Category: Things I Forgot to Tag

  • Her captain returned home Sails billowing in the wind The grass tangled in her fingers A gasp at the sight Tumbling down a hill into the harbor She followed her heart to the dock And gorged herself on the saltwater brine Of her lover’s mouth -rjm

  • a round-cheeked boy at a piano,stretching his toes to reachthe pedal, little fingers splayed,tongue firm in the corner of his mouth.con cen tra tion he won’t miss a notethis time-rjm