I saw it in his eyesThose grey eyesI saw him lick his lipsTongue out like a slithering snake I saw redHis hands were on your……You were smilingHe was smilingA victorious look on his face;A wolf’s grin I move towards youYou move towards meHand in hand, like a couple walking on the sandy beachesMy own, now […]
The spiraling tale of the barely eaten lobster. The napkin in the salad. The misplaced fork on the table. A nearly empty bottle of wine.