14b

i met her.
she read and i dug my fingers
into every word.
my one.
icon.
hero.
no words – just inspiration.
tattoo on left arm.
big earrings.
southwest dress.
winkled bottom that smoothed out until
it was like sand on her chest.
shawl. and red boots.
if i could have given her
a piece of my heart,
i would have left it on the book signing table
so she would know the difference.

13b

the tiniest of things say it all.
pulling the covers close to my neck
and a kiss on my forehead
when he thinks i’m asleep.
so much for so little.