So, I know I haven't posted in a while and this is my attempt to rectify that. I spent the afternoon at the Starbucks to avoid the rain this afternoon and I started writing. It may be a bit of a downer for a post, but I don't really care. This is where I am at the moment.

~Mark of a Mistress~

I have a memory of her walking away
That shocks my breath
Into submission.
Gravel crushed by the
Balls of her feet when she turned.
Black hair softening my knees.

I have a memory of her
Applying lipstick in the mirror
While I put on creased clothes
From the evening before.
Late for work watching her green eyes
The impulse to scrape the ice
From her windshield
Which I never did.

A memory of her arms
Wrapping around my waist
The warmth of a cheek against my neck.
Letting eggs burn
Because appetites didn't bend
In that direction.

Air between my fingers
Running over her collarbone.
My hand finding comfort
On her hip
When she drew me in
Locking our ankles together.
The pressure of brown leather
Across my wrists
Holding me up like a puppet
And a line of blood
Trailing down my back.

Memories a jet stream.
A heart a broken plate
While dreams spill through a slotted spoon.
A cigarette to burn a lesson in the lungs
And a cup of coffee
To wash it all
Down the drain.