because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

across a floor where no one dances

she leans in like
laughter; their hands

link, twine. it’s not
yet but the cruel

cusp of april, and she

for fire-rimmed

the way her legs
cross says she

must have stories no-
one knows.

his eyes blaze
like sun-

lit secrets & i wonder
if he’s heard ’em, if

she loves him
that bad.

14 responses

  1. This rocks. Word choices so delicate and necessary. Beautiful snippet of a moment!!

    April 10, 2012 at 9:05 am

    • thanks so much, Amy! 🙂

      April 12, 2012 at 12:39 pm

  2. the way her legs
    cross says she

    must have stories no one knows….I like these lines…they say so much…cool piece.

    April 10, 2012 at 12:07 pm

  3. This was a deliciously erotic piece. It’s always the moment of anticipation that’s the best. Love you(r writing) – you talented you! – Mosk

    April 10, 2012 at 2:05 pm

    • aww, gracias, Mosk … the moment of anticipation– isn’t it, though? 😉

      April 12, 2012 at 12:39 pm

  4. this rocks…i love that the way her legs cross say she has stories…and the wonder if he know them…mmm…def some heat behind this one…

    and hey i will see you in a few days so can i request this one?

    April 10, 2012 at 2:20 pm

    • i can take requests, i reckon. *smiles* it’ll be great to see you. let me know when you get in, yeah?

      April 12, 2012 at 12:34 pm

  5. Perhaps the photo led me, but this one brought to mind a movie of the 30’s or 40’s, perhaps a bit of film noir, even. Loved the mood you created.

    April 10, 2012 at 6:21 pm

    • maybe a bit of noir, yes, perhaps. appropriate to a blues bar, i think. thanks, Victoria.

      April 12, 2012 at 12:37 pm

  6. I really like this, the title grabbed me first, just love the feeling of the whole thing.

    April 10, 2012 at 6:57 pm

  7. This is so subtle, and yet so suggestive. I like the way the words tease out the latent heat, swirling like an aura around her, but just hesitate short of ignition. A smouldering gem of a poem.

    April 10, 2012 at 10:08 pm

    • “smouldering gem…” — i like that. 🙂 thank you, Samuel.

      April 12, 2012 at 12:35 pm

  8. secrets & i – the padlocked closet

    April 11, 2012 at 7:12 am

  9. You really painted a great picture of her. I love this.

    April 12, 2012 at 10:58 pm


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