~After Faye Webster
Cheers to all those nights flirting,
gold and silver threads of conversation,
favors we gave to one another,
my perfect part-time lover.
We savored the slow
twirl in hay meadow,
no need for wildflower solos.
Although I’ve braided my limbs
around your hips like a garland,
and felt your manliness,
my memory is void of your kiss.
No quick fix but to grab hold
and pull me through the tangle of lust.
I trust you can undo us.
©2023 | K.F. Hartless
Artwork: Xin Wang
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
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