Do you remember the day we sat together on the front stoop, eating orange popsicles in the rain? You held my hand and I kissed your cheek, my lips sticking for a moment in the sugary film. I licked them, afterwards, lingering in the orange tang and reveling in the innocence of your smile. It’sContinue reading “The Sweetness”
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Fuck
His aroma was everywhere. It was on his scarf, which hung neatly by the door. It was in her bed, between her sheets and it was stuck pleasantly in her nostrils. She hadn’t meant to fall in love. She had only meant to fuck him, in the raunchiest, most untethered sense of the word “fuck.”Continue reading “Fuck”
Fire and Ice
Her melodious laugh penetrated his heart with sharp, pointed icicles. For a moment, he couldn’t move. He could barely breath. He couldn’t explain why, but he knew her. He felt something for her. Had she noticed him? He looked surreptitiously in her direction. She was engrossed in a conversation with another woman, with whom sheContinue reading “Fire and Ice”
What is Love, Really?
“What is love, really,” he asked, placing his glass in the table and looking pitifully across the table at her, “is it really just a serial heartbreak… A death by a thousand cuts? Am I to wait hopelessly for it to devour me?” “Yes.” She took his hand and met his sadness with compassion, “YouContinue reading “What is Love, Really?”
Jeremiah
My Darling Jeremiah, Do you remember the first time I brushed against you, at the take out window at The Fisherman’s Cove in Old Orchard Beach? A sudden downpour had taken the summer tourists by surprise, forcing all of us into a tight crowd underneath the overhang. I stood close to you and wasContinue reading “Jeremiah”
Love Language in Translation
She craved his loving attention: afternoon strolls on the bike path, bearing their souls together through a long night of talking or maybe just lazy afternoons watching movies… But he couldn’t stay still and so when he was done running around, long after she had eaten and gotten ready for bed, he called to askContinue reading “Love Language in Translation”
Dirty Words
She comes from behind! I’m taken by surprise Which is why I now find Something starting to arise Her hands on my chest Her breath on my neck I’m merely a conquest And she’s stacked the deck Her hands in the zone Her tongue finds my ear “Oh, Baby,” I moan As she whispers soContinue reading “Dirty Words”
Meet Cute
Is it cliche if our eyes met Across a crowded room The music stopped And the only sound Was my heart beating Wildly in my chest? Is it too familiar If I stood and Dreamily made my way Ever closer and closer Never taking my eyes From his face? Because it’s how it happened HowContinue reading “Meet Cute”
Painful Love
We met in the smoldering ruins of past relationships. I found your eyes as you sat in your rickety chair, relating your exquisite pain. How could I forget the unmistakable mustiness of the room, the scraping of metal folding chairs or the burnt coffee served in Styrofoam cups? It could have been any circleContinue reading “Painful Love”
Loving on the Edge
As luck would have it, the expected battle was taking place on the river bank below my apartment window, which meant I could watch. Even luckier, it was nighttime so I could watch sneakily. I turned out the lights and slowly and quietly eased the window open in spite of the frigid evening. My view overlooksContinue reading “Loving on the Edge”
Natolie Webb 