Peds

His breath short, catching
wisps.
Her kisses full flowers
of herself.
Scattered on his pallid
face.
Her’s pressed into silent
wails.
Falling from her eyes - salty
motherhood
rubbed into sorrowful life
only 4
years old.

In a McDonald's

Young Lady,
I am a poet
and
you are in love.
If I could pen the look
you gave him,
we could change the world.

(For a pretty girl and her boyfriend in Virginia 10/3/7)