he suggests
the art museum
my favorite place

her eyes travel
over him . . .
a marble statue

i trace figure eights
on his chest
infinity

landscape
mapping every detail
of her beauty

top quarter champion

TOP half Chamption

bottom quarter champion

food market
your hand
brushes mine

his hand
in mine
a perfect fit

night at the opera
hand on my thigh
the soprano fans herself

summer love
his hand on my thigh
stuck

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CHAMPION
 

BOTTOM half champion

bed head and glasses
he still calls me
a model

the world's worst gift
he smiles
from ear to ear

drive thru line
just so you know
I love you

How do I love thee?
I filled your tank with gas.
It was on empty.

top quarter champion

BOTTOM half champion

bottom quarter champion

lovers at the riverside
she pokes him
with a twig

the morning after
your sock
left behind

fairy lights
I sink into
my bed

the perfect moment
I wrote
a song about it

I wake up
to check my phone
no good morning text

new message
aren't you . . .
seeing someone?

old friends
meeting for dinner
could this be more?

we meet
in the middle
a long overdue visit

top quarter champion

TOP half Chamption

bottom quarter champion

another blind date
hoping this one
goes better than the last

sharing a milkshake
at sunset
he says another girl's name

next week on . . .
the anticipation
of our time

the soundtrack
to my life
I skip a song

TOP half champion

CHAMPION
 

BOTTOM half champion

marks on my neck
wasn't love
just marking territory

strung along
like a marionette
puppeteer of the heart

hurtful words
he promises to never
say them again

impromptu haircut
everyone whispers stories
but she is free

top quarter champion

BOTTOM half champion

bottom quarter champion

being vulnerable for once
he cannot take it
ghosted

standing
in the freezing cold
only for you

no romantic kisses
at least
the dog loves me

I can always count on
my
furry friend