A TRYST (for DVerse Poets)

  The children are all abed, now we can have our moment. Make your dirty Martini make sure you have a Margarita for me. Let’s meet each other in the living room couch and cuddle as newlyweds do. I’ll put up my feet right next to yours on the battered coffee table and rest myContinue reading “A TRYST (for DVerse Poets)”