Clandestine
How did you slip so deftly past those bottled
years, through my ribcage and into the safe
years, through my ribcage and into the safe
room never before broached? I am the little
stones you gather, the morning’s obsidian eye.
stones you gather, the morning’s obsidian eye.
Though the wind’s unseen fingers caress you,
coveting in a way I cannot, my hand, warm
coveting in a way I cannot, my hand, warm
against your pale belly, knows the truth of
contrast and heat, of flesh and gnarled bark.
contrast and heat, of flesh and gnarled bark.
Unveiling these furtive moves, our love smelts
tears into nuggets, transforms nights into
tears into nuggets, transforms nights into
blue sky, sultry chatter into celestial song.
Our secrets kiss the dark quiet.
Our secrets kiss the dark quiet.
“Clandestine” first appeared in Issue 6 of Kissing Dynamite. I am grateful to the KD team for taking this piece.
O at the Edges 
Yes, yes!
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Thanks, John. I was inspired. 🙂
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Oh my. ^_^
It was a delight to see you both read tonight; I’m so glad you shared the link with us!
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I was inspired! The reading was great fun. Even Lyra the cat got in on it! 😀
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I loved that! (And so did Claudio, watching over my shoulder on the couch). You and Steph picked beautiful pieces, and now I have lots of new poets to read. ♡
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Lyra’s timing was exquisite. Though she’d had all evening, she waited until Stephanie was reading to make her presence known. Funny cat!
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I really love this!
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Thanks very much, Holly.
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You’re welcome!
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I’ve been away for a long time on here. Always such a pleasure to read your beautiful poetry 🙏🏾
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Welcome back. And thank you!
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