Monsoon

Wet, you.

Oppressive, you.
Humid, you.

The smell,

…you.

BFM

Giddy-up-pony

I like when her hands 

slip into 

the small of my back

like a giddy-up-pony

at the county fair.

B.F.M.

Betrayal

Though you say
the morning cock crowed
I was miles away.

B.F.M.

Autumn Lust

I love 
when you wear 
that burning crimson 
maple dress.

B.F.M.