my wicked wicked way

"....to look at you as you sleep, the color of your skin. How in the half-light of moon you cast your own light, as if you are all made of amber, Milano. As if you are a little lantern, and everything in the house is golden, too. "

(from Woman Hollering Creek and Other Stories)



Peaches- six in a tin bown, sarajevo

If peaches had arms
surely they would hold one another
in their peach sleep.

And if peaches had feet
it is sure they would
nudge one another
with their soft peachy feet.

And if peaches could
they would sleep
with their dimpled head
on the other's
each to each.

Like you and me.

And sleep and sleep.