The Old Lover

The old lover handsome in that rugged way comes to your table holds out his hand and asks you to dance.   You know you can follow that ancient desire into his arms two-step across the scuffed wood floor intoxicated by a mind-fogging cologne.   But then you...

Call Pain’s Bluff

What if I call pain’s bluff? What if I look it in the eye and say I am not afraid of you?   Do what you will. You are only pain. You cannot harm me, nor kill me.   For I am not this body with its pinches, burns and aches; the emotions with their...