Beguin

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The way your freckles danced and winked
at my droll teenage wit
and how your yellow fringe ensnared
one eyebrow raised to quiz
Remember how your tingling spine
synced to a Hendrix riff
you played me Chopin’s Polonaise
with graceful flicking wrist
Those warm pink silly earmuffs
gave winter walks a hue
bikini blue was cheeky you
though you blushed de rigueur
Your warm palm always on my knee
when driving Dad’s old car
soft leather seats whose creases kept Continue reading

Crossroads

there is no truth at seventeen
seen needles and the damage done
seen fire seen rain seen cocaine brain
seen wounded veins and straight white lanes Continue reading