Shaken not stirred

by Adam Sifre

 The warmth of the sun 


The fresh abandoned sheet, nothing colder

a kiss a slap a scream a sigh


The silence which follows a kiss an enticement or chasm

slippery like dropped punctuation

candlelight and the promise of torches


Chihuly glass perched on Jenga of moments

the back of her head, leaving or lust

the grasp of air or hair

taste of promise, sweetness of lie


our world a cheap waterbed on shaky foundation.