A unfelt kiss on the neck
Like a tree falling in the woods
A shadow in the corner of the eye
Unless felt, heard or seen
Did it really happen?
A breath
From behind
Lips
On the neck
Down to the collar bone
Heart racing
Body pulled
Face to face
Eyes meet
Head tilting back
Lips exploring
The neck once more
Pulling back
Eyes meet once more
Lips open
Catching breath
Hand gentle on cheek
Moving slowly
Pulling closer
Lips meet lips
Warmth below the surface
Hands explore
The small of the back
Closer
Chests heave
Pulling away
Unable to break free
Unwilling to let go
Wrong but right
Giving in
Just a kiss
Nothing more
Maybe…
A breath
From behind
Lips
On the neck
Down to the collar bone
Heart racing
Body pulled
Face to face
Eyes meet
Head tilting back
Lips exploring
The neck once more
Pulling back
Eyes meet once more
Lips open
Catching breath
Hand gentle on cheek
Moving slowly
Pulling closer
Lips meet lips
Warmth below the surface
Hands explore
The small of the back
Closer
Chests heave
Pulling away
Unable to beak free
Unwilling to let go
Wrong but right
Giving in
Just a kiss
Nothing more
Maybe…
Hey all! I know it’s been a minute, but my well went dry for a bit. I’m back and hopefully the words will flow consistently for a while at least.
Wanting to experiment
Just a typical teen
Took a Perc one day
The last day he’d be clean
•••
At a party one night
Took a single drag
Didn’t know he’d be leaving
In a body bag
•••
Laying on the floor
Her body was on fire
Narcan stopped the overdose
Didn’t end the desire
•••
Kids are playing roulette
One pill lets them sleep
Sleep that never ends
Now they’re six feet deep
•••
-BW 2022
She commands the room
As she walks gracefully through
Her jasmine perfume
Gives me a headache
Or is it her
Her unattainable perfection
The scent always reminds me
That I will never be
Her…
They say
“What is it good for?”
Profits for those whose
Pockets are already filled with gold
While those who serve
Can barely afford to live
And their blood now lines
Those pockets
And the boorish spenders
Still ask for more
I am
A newly opened bistro
My menu offers two options
Hope with a side of love
And life with a side of adventure
All are welcome
No shoes, no shirt
Who cares
Just check your limitations
At the door
Dissipating fog
The sky illuminated
Hope was infinitely hers
Carrying her sadness like a totem
Believing it was her only truth
Until its power was gone
–
Lost and confused
Needing a new image to embrace
A personification of a new truth
–
Unearthed, in spite of adversity,
A symbol of strength and hope
Her true identity
B.A. Wilcox © 