Love is a labor
But not tonight.
Tonight, it is hanging on a string
In darkness
Easy as pumpkin pie.
And there is a spell
Settled on the moment
Lingering in our hands
Neon and hot.
Cool as the Dog Star so far away.
A touch transferring magic:
Heat in my hands
I keep them there like bricks
Used to heat a scrumptious pot of soup.
All of these poems and more can be found HERE on Amazon in the anthology “A Cartographer”.