Easter Lilies
I toss a small cube of sugar into the mix and watch it bubble up through the vodka and champagne. And you smile and we talk about art and life and flower shops with dusty books. And while the red sauce simmers, a little chink-chink, crystal glasses with swans, the Cabernet a fine choice, champagne
Desideratum
There were these two kids on a winter bench, one soft as fresh bread, pale English rose with braces glinting while he read some Brontë sister, his face still damp from summer that wouldn’t quit, eyes shining quiet, almost holy. Next to him sat the other one, a briar-rose, thorns showing early, cheeks red from