He Touches Her

His hand lingers

Tender skin, thigh quivers

Her breath catches in her throat

He hears the rough draw of it

Breasts rise

Pulse now visible at her neck

Blood rushes over him

Rises above her

Eyes dilate then close

Scent of her skin

He draws deep into his lungs

Lock of hair across his wrist

Breathing a quiet roar between them

Jockeys: Flash Non-Fiction

Image pulled from The Mind Unleashed Facebook page

Image pulled from The Mind Unleashed Facebook page

The deep secret of the divorce. I stole a pair of my exes jockey shorts. The ones that are actually like shorts. Gray cotton soft, gentle waist band and my ass looks great in them. Even the flap in the front seems to flatten my belly. I love that flap. Like the secret door to a magical mystery tour. I wear them to bed or dance Zumba topless around the house. The naughtiness is in the theft and that they’re the wrong sex for my wide hip need. My friend thinks it’s odd, but I challenge she simply lacks the courage to step out of the feminine box. We tell men to find some estrogen, well I dig the testosterone rush when I slide them on. Sexy and charged is what they give my lazy Sunday’s reading the paper.

They remind me of him, in the way he liked my style. My need to be only me. For many reasons, I needed to let him go, but his jockeys still belong to me. It’s the part of the story of us that still lives in my jeans.

(Work in progress from The Writer’s Church in Boulder. Hosted by Marj Hahne and inspired by “Pink Pantsuit” by Nancy Simpson)


Image pulled from The Mind Unleashed Facebook page

Image extracted from The Mind Unleashed Facebook page

A great hunger in the heart
Deep in cavernous chest
Pounding drums I hear
Binding me to lover’s quest

No fear of the longing
No weakness in the bones
Courage like a bow
Strung tight, arrow honed

All cells line up
Along a magnetic field
I am the compass pointing north
My love I wield

Awakening a memory
Forgotten in all but a dream
Leaving an illusion
Nothing is as it seems

Passion is the blood water
That traverses the river vessels true
Flooding the body hot
A mind awash with your hues

Pulse racing, sweat pooling
Canyon lands laid bare
A tempo to be sated
In dark hours, boundless to share

The scent lingers on the skin
Hand rests lazy on the breast
Warm are the muscles, mingled
Ah my love I now must rest