poem
5/29/12
by Caroline Stine
Her hands were dusty with regret
covered in the carefully accrued grime
of last-calls and missed kisses
of men half-claimed
and desires half-retrieved.
Is it fear or common sense which drives her?
Caution or the seduction of the chasm's edge?
by Caroline Stine
Her hands were dusty with regret
covered in the carefully accrued grime
of last-calls and missed kisses
of men half-claimed
and desires half-retrieved.
Is it fear or common sense which drives her?
Caution or the seduction of the chasm's edge?