poet russ cavanagh

each episode plays out across the street as loud young braves in short-sleeved shirts enact rites of passage for prospective lovers (un)suitably in uniform in yet another evening in another velvet autumn in another distant town alone in my unlit room squeezing the last from a cheap red not stopping to wonder what became of us our symphony played out the stage finale dismantled but the truth my loveliness is quite simply that you should never have fu*king told her     CC BY-ND 4.0 - Russell Cavanagh Proverbs 6:32-33 - KJV

I found out how Adam felt gifted with such natural pleasure! Warm rain on my bare back as you took me inside out in the wild. Remember smiling hello to that old birdwatcher who appeared, panting and ruddy, even as we closed our very last button? Does he ever frown, I wonder, back upon that day? And what about you? My Eve?     CC BY-ND 4.0 - Russell Cavanagh