Hush Hush My Lady
Dedicated to all the ladies, married, mature, metaphysical. Your very essence is the source of the river. I caught your eye at the bookstore. Or perhaps you caught mine first, though you’d never admit. I was reading, having a coffee, always available but not really looking. You were in your tight jeans, white blouse, understated but elegant. I noticed your wedding band. Your rings, your clothing, classy. I became self-conscious, my face, my look, my body. I flexed almost involuntarily, and...