Mortals

Pudgy indigo fingers

shook the air
enraged at his capture;
by mere mortal,
a blonde tressed one at that.

How quick was she

that he
never saw her shadow
ensnaring with feminine
divinity.

Could he rise above

when so many before
had fallen gracefully?
Perhaps he was only mortal
after all.

 

Mississippi Moments

Inspired by the Black and White photo of "Candy Cigarette" by Sally Mann

She stood there

breathing blued tobacco
into the late summer air
in great gusts of thirteen cool

Lanky limbs betraying

Mississippi moments,
            stilts                
                        and splash play

Blonde streaks

defying gravity

It’s those eyes

those eyes
that pierce through any
semblance of innocence

We are strangers joined at the hip

yet I can’t shake the guilt I feel
for the life she is headed for                        
or the life we all bleed