You Win

“What?” I said. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” Jackie said.

“I don’t know — like I’m some kind of a freak for wanting to be with Mary.”

“What does she have that I don’t have?” Jackie asked with tears in her eyes.

“Well, for starters, she isn’t you.”

“Hate me that much, huh?”

“Can you blame me?”

Jackie placed both hands in front of her body. “No, of course not. What I did was wrong.”

“You can say that–“

“What I did was horrible — to leave you at the altar wasn’t just embarrassing, it was wrong.”

“You left me at the altar, crying in front of our family and friends.”

“I thought I was in love with–“

“Not another word about Todd,” I said.

“I don’t love him,” Jackie said. “Never did. Well, I thought I did, but it was just sex.”

“You left me at the altar!” I said.

Jackie removed her sunglasses to dap her eyes with a tissue. “I was wrong for doing that.”


“And, I know you love me, not Mary.”

“How the fuck do you know who or what I love?” I said. “Besides, you lost the right to try to figure me out.”

“Tell me you love me,” Jackie said, inching closer to me. My heart skipped several beats at the green of her oval eyes.

“Go on and tell me. Tell me you love me.”

“I don’t–“

“Shh.” Jackie placed her finger to my lips. “All I want to hear is that you love me.”

I sucked in a deep breath and blew out a sharp sigh. “I–“

“I…” Jackie leaned in and motioned.

“You win. I love you.”

(Dusting off Dreams #12 out of 167k in poem)

More Than Anything

“If you’re going to leave, just leave,” I said. “You can keep the ring. I couldn’t take it back.”

Jenna reached.

“Keep it,” I said, pushing her hand away. “I’d be too embarrassed to return the ring.”

Jenna sighed and looked down. “It wasn’t supposed to end like this.”

“Remember when we didn’t have a dime between us?”

“Mark…” Jenna held her head in her hands. “We’ve been over this a thousand times. It’s over.”

“Just listen to me, and if you still feel nothing for me, I’ll let you go.”

“I’m all ears,” Jenna said and lowered her body to the brown leather sofa.

“I shouldn’t have said I hated you more than I loved you. It wasn’t true,” I said.

“But you still said it!” Jenna said.

“But I didn’t mean it.”

“What did you mean then?”

I lowered my chin. “I’m not the best at this ‘love’ thing.”

“You can say that again.” Jenna folded her lips under her teeth, hiding a grin.

“Don’t leave. Please,” I said. “I need you.”

“More than you hate me?”

“More than anything!”

“I wanted to stay more than I wanted to leave anyway,” Jenna said and pressed her warm lips to mine.

(Dusting off Dreams #12 out of 167k in poem)

June 6, 1944, Allied troops landed along the heavily-fortified French coastline, to fight Nazi Germany on the beaches of #Normandy. Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower called the operation a crusade in which “we will accept nothing less than full victory.”

Divorced (Make Love to Me) – Dusting off Dreams

“Tara, you can have the house,” I said. “You can have it all.”

Tara looked down and away. “You sure?” We’d been on the verge of divorce for the better part of a year. I’d hoped the trip to Mexico would change things — light the spark again kind of thing. No such luck. She was leaving, or I had to leave the house.

“Maybe it’s better this way,” I said.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Tara said. “It’s not like I’m innocent either.”

“Don’t even go there.” I waved my hands. “Just don’t even–“

“If you would have made love to me like you did back in Spring Lake, things would be fine.”

“Oh, so now all of this is my fault?” I tapped my chest. “How dare you turn this around on me.”

“You wanted the truth — that’s the truth.”

“I wanted to hear you loved me and were sorry.” I teared up. “I just wanted to hear you say you were sorry.”

Tara wrapped her arms around me. It wasn’t a sympathetic touch; it was a sensual ‘I can’t live without you’ touch.

“Where’s all this coming from?”

Tara brushed tears away with her finger. “I don’t want to break up.”

“But we signed the papers, and the moving truck is waiting.”

“Fuck em,” Tara said. “Make love to me, but like you did in Carolina, not the drunk quickie kind.”


“Shut up, and make love to me,” Tara said, removing layers of clothes. She shook her jeans off. And I couldn’t fucking believe this was happening.

We signed the divorce papers, and the moving truck waited in the driveway to take me to some shitty apartment.

She wrapped her nude body around mine, and with each thrust, her eyes rolled harder. “I love you,” Tara said. She kept saying I love you to make up for all the times she said she hated me.

(Dusting off Dreams currently #12 out of 167k in poem)


The depth of her green oval eyes encapsulates every part of me, sending chills the length of my spine it does. A breath under a tongue kiss grants me permission, permission to speak. To say anything at all, but my lips are fixed on kissing sanity to the wind, but then again, I’d taken the coolness of her skin as in the contagious laughter that exits her lips to my ears. 

(Dusting off Dreams currently #12 out of 167k in poem)




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