The Shape of Desire

I love curves.

The way flower stems bend, blossom heavy, leaning toward the sun

Orbs of all kinds – plums and apricots; garden globes that reflect years of light and color; perfume bottles (especially the old ones, with stoppers)

That moment where a neck becomes a shoulder, the way palms curve around and fingers trace

I love the way raindrops and tears follow the lines of a face, the tilt of a jaw

Mugs full of coffee, nestled warm in my hands

Flower pots, and candles, and champagne flutes

Breathing, sometimes, follows a curve


Snowdrifts before the world moves in

Sea glass rubbed smooth by waves

The arch of a foot



2 thoughts on “The Shape of Desire

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