Two by Lorianne Zeller
The Shape Of Too Soon
In my helplessness I once bought her a necklace. Each bead was a shimmering crystal droplet.
I wanted her to have light, for those black soundless days.
She’s wearing it today; caressing the familiar contours of each sphere.
I understand the psychology of sadness. She knows the geometry of tears.
Sleeping With Sasha
His name was just a whisper, but his words could blow open shutters and leave them hanging like children clinging to their mother’s skirt.
I never wanted to be like his other lovers; sad writers rubbing against him in hopes of contracting talent like some disease. But he kept writing his way up my skirt and I kept kept drinking my way to his bed.
Poets make lousy lovers. They’re too busy hoarding memories of the taste and texture of sweat, so in their next epic tome they wont have to fake it.
The earth never moved until long after we’d slept, when I’d feel the rumble of nearby trains and pray he’d be gone by morning.
Lorianne Zeller is a writer from Southern California. She has published and been published but thinks what matters most is what she is writing today. She hopes one day to own a small spotted pony. Lorianne has never heard of you either, but she’d read what you wrote. She can often be found playing at http://13stitches.ning.com/
nice work
poets do not make lousy lovers.
Freakin’ beautiful, Lorianne.
Well done, touching, poignant, sensual. Both of these are intriguing, pithy, revealing, on the money re: poets!
Two pieces that make the ugly truth a little more beautiful.
Thanks Scot ..I’m a fan of Rusty Truck.
and thank you Ty & Angel & Mike & Trev…all my little minions.
I had sex with myself and I thought I was pretty good.
-Jay
and that Jay is why you are the baddest of the bad boy minions. thanks for reading (i’ll just assume you did…or at least scanned)