the moonthe tidesmy bodyall cycle togetheri stand in the surfa daring finger of watercaressing my thighas i bleedcrimson stain sand-speckledwhite cotton between my fingers,a rivulet tickles my wrist;the tide rises, pain blooms-rjm

a huge and heartfelt thank you to everyone who read and liked my posts during national poetry writing month! your support means so much to me, and i appreciate it more than you know. i had so much fun during april, reading inventive, moving, stunning poems all over the internet; i will add a link…