There Let the Way Appear

I press a lathered washcloth across your chest and belly. So this is all our lives have been leading to. Retching fills the bathroom air. Reaching above my head, I open the window, drawing the scent of sweet alyssum, like honey, like stillness after rage. Hush. You’re talking nonsense. I lift your elbow to clean… More

Parallel (Paralyzed) Lives

Daniel R. Schwarz Cooking naked: Seasoning salmon fillets with sensuous overture— olive oil, oregano, lemon juice, black pepper; I shave the asparagus stalks, she tosses salad. Dancing as one, we revel in soft gazes, urgent touches, tongues respond with bluesy kisses, sounds in our throats as sighs cross desires. At dawn our music ceases. Daniel… More