You're sure gonna be the Lucky one

"Let her Sleep Outside."

One-way flight to Fresno
sends the Skylight overnight
and her hair curls round the bedpost
while he's screaming out in fright
(for her toes are pressed against his thigh;
and, dry-eyed shaking sin, he swipes
his sweat from aching brow).

And sends her back to Fresno,
but only God knows how.


(c)krp

"Memory the Trigger."

Her forehead resting on the desk
sags ditches in her skin
and the touches trailing down her chest
drags finger-printed sin.
His breath, the burdened memory
fades, slippery as the night
and the Stranger's press against her face:
a vapor in the Light.

(c)krp