The Pit and the Passion

She held her gaze steady, mainly so she could delve deep, deep into those chocolate eyes. Together with his sharp, angular nose and intense, almost predatory, expression, he reminded her of a peregrine falcon on the hunt.

The Pit & the Passion

Saturday, July 5, 2014

Haunting Me


Zelda was a baby
No one—not even her parents—
Talk about it

Her mother allows a secret smile
To touch her lips.
Her father purses
His lips.

Zelda looks heavenward
Not a direction she is comfortable with.

Love is for squirrels
She remarks pensively
They know how to bury their precious things

And retrieve them when the mood strikes.

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