Everynight
he mouths
I love you
into the darkness
there is no sound
there is no breath
even
there is only the
silent
movement of his bitten lips
there is only the
voiceless
cry of his noiseless prayer
I love you
everynight
I love you
he calls the dream that
can not does not will not
answer
and yet
she hears
Yes
she hears
Everynight
she hears
©s rogers 4 February 2010
Real
“Are those real?”
He was standing, back to her, face to the low table against the wall. She tried to see what he was looking at. It was impossible.
“Are what real?”
“Those,” he said, tossing his white-blonde head over his left shoulder in her direction.
The woman looked behind her. Soft light from the desk lamp illuminated the [...]
