The September Chronicles


(Some verses I wrote years ago)

Spiderwoman

Dangling on the
Silky fine threads
Called a web.

I’d keep hanging on.

——-

Kiss Kiss

Odd little thing
That kiss, they call it

Spit-swapping, and
Funny noises.

Eyes closed.
Nerves tingling.

Highly addictive.
And so are you.

So just kiss me again.
On the cheeks.

On the lips. (I don’t mind).
And again. Over again.

——-

The Metro Station Encounter

‘Twas cold and raining,
lost in a sea of ghosts.

And I met you.
What a pleasant surprise.

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