Poems from bellevilletaylor
The leaves outside aren’t
falling any longer, but they
still find their way onto my
back porch.
You are not
here any longer, but you...
When your fingers brush the
top of my thighs, and your eyes
are staring so deeply into mine,
I wonder who I am, and who I was
before you...
The beginning of a story is
always slow.
But soon enough everything becomes routine and
you forget
how that lull felt.
You forget how it...
Boys are only half of the equation.
Many seasons ago I discovered both
males and
females.
And there is no way to predict who will or
who...