There may come a day when I’m the only one …

Writing letters with ink and pen addressed to those zapped in pixels, breathing analog memories into digital lips and lungs

Memorizing phone numbers and birth dates, knowing by heart

In a world that’s all absentminded, trusting devices to carry on their lives –

I may be, … behind …

Still, hoping for glazed eyes to sparkle with the joy of feeling one thing

at a time.


© 2017 All Rights Reserved. Asha Taylor.


I, knee deep, in daydreams

See, glossy crimson lips

Sticky, red candies

Already, licked; not yet eaten.

A, little post-it note attached reads:

“Save some for later.”

Laughter, tickles the underside of my belly

Giddy, muses over

Memory, playfully tussles under slats of dawn

And, the vanishing night’s shadows.

Salty, marine scents

Dampen, cloth-turned-to-ringlets between …

Hairy, and smooth.

Laying, opposites beside

Perfection, in being

So different.