zinc words & images

  • Touch

    I lay my hand across my collarbone and render a dream. Un- real, my hand is yours and the air around us is velvet. Your smell fills my brain and I am wasted. Your secrets become mine-shared when I touch your hand or when I awaken to your eyes on me. It is both night…

  • Twilight Dream

    Braided crown, glowing flesh, certainly unreal against the street’s opulence laid down by the rain and now catching the light like pearls strewn across the floor. Your voice, laid against mine, bore through the molecules between us. A path through time, flooding with desire, magic words that bind us in front of this 19th Street…