Small Talk. A poem.

It’s just small talk. Idle conversation. But every sanguine movement of her mouth and every captivating word that passes those bewitching lips, buoys me like the drowning man lost on a tormented sea. She is the lifeline extended, dragging me from the rip flushing water from my sponge-soaked lungs and saving me, despite myself. Suddenly,Continue reading “Small Talk. A poem.”