A Kiss and a Shirt

By A.E. Bayne

You were here just a moment ago

or years as it may be

sitting across from me in the club chair staring
while I read the paper in your flannel shirt.

A smile graced your face.
You had to leave for work.

Destroyed by your kisses
my lips stung with salt from the eggs.

Lazily, you lingered at the door;
your shirt I offered teasing later.

Later years, this moment
remains a bright spot -
your lips pressing against my collar bone
and your fingers tangling my hair,
even after returning your shirt
pressed and hung
to your locked front door.

Stream

By A.E. Bayne

Rambling mind roads
lead lower.
Meandering mind,
my heart feeds you.
Roads lead lower to minnows' beds -
rolling matters.
Rolling mind,
my heart eats you in whole pieces.
Roads lead lower to minnows' beds
through tumbling pebble streams minds flow.
My heart needs you in whole pieces. Each
road leads lower to minnows' beds through
tumbling pebble streams minds flow
soft as moss.
Mind free, my heart leaves you in whole pieces
each time.