Seeing this image titled Searching For Just One Good Heart… by "myoriginalsin":http://www.redbubble.com/people/myoriginalsin inspired me to write The Heart Tree. She has allowed me to post he…
He positions himself across from her. She is deep within her book. He imagines touching her nylon wrapped thighs, legs crossed. He sees far up the thigh.
He waits for her legs to tire, as a…
Where the pavement is littered with corpses at dusk,
and the jaded night sighs and gives in to my lust,
as the moon plays on silent in sorrow.