Monthly Archives: September 2012

morning glory

Gossamer draperies swell with heat, eastern winds push daylight over tangled bodies. Fingers travel up and down your naked torso, my hand caught suddenly in yours as you stir, a sleepy god awakened by the warmth of morning. Your body, … Continue reading

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five

–the press of your hand on the small of my back the taste of your sweat mingled with cheap beer the smell of Old Spice on freshly shaved skin the delicious crack of my skull against our old headboard the … Continue reading

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Dare

Don’t you dare try to sweep me off my feet. You don’t have a big enough broom and I’m a very dirty street.   Copyright © 2012 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved

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winter, 1981

shattered snow globes leak scenery onto checkered linoleum Mother comes in with the broom. I hide behind the sofa with Cat.   Copyright © 2012 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved

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