Moon Over Syntax

Paul considered Dora’s elbow
as it stuck out
with her hands cupped
behind her head
as she reclined upon pillows.

His gaze drifted
across the bridge of her nose
to the wine glass
set upon a saucer
with scone crumbs
left there from morning.

He brought himself back
to their slim dialogue
but paid more attention
to how his hand felt
the gentle rise of her breath
from where it lay
diagonal across her belly.

copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney

I Almost Touched You

But you said I could only touch you
from the direction of the wind.

It was south-south-east at the moment
but at only three miles an hour.

I feared you would interpret it
only as a breeze.

Splitting hairs? You were
quite particular that Wednesday.

In a mood not to be trifled with.
You carried a note pad for taking names.

You had yet to call me Honey
or Sweetie or some other pet name.

I saw your shadow flicker
and snap straight like a flag.

From the direction of the solar wind
I approached you.

copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney