maybe it's time to say
those three words
She leans against the church wall. That look in her eyes. Now, she holds the faint wisps of my ego in her hand, waiting for my first advance.
I lean in... and chicken out at the last minute.
her dimpled smile
cold water jets beating
against my back
Published in A Hundred Gourds, 1:4, September 2012
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