All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               Sensing high and near to free, she released from rhythm-hold; hands again to table behind, his hold and guide and help of her low.  Lowered, settled, she lain in wide-armed broad of cross as he held to her hips and drove her body in table’s spread; rise of her sounds, rise of her sense […]

               Anna sat in wait at table’s edge; yellow light of morning sun in window flooding spill in wash of the green-walled room.  Her open body, shoulder’s draw and rest on bracing arms, open palmed and fingers back in face and point.                 His find of her there, beauty and free, only cover—her high crossed […]

               Anna woke to gray of high-rise view, city under cloud; gray veil of mist and fog amongst gray rise of city’s walls—dark shadows of window glass—blending, obscuring, melding into cloud over black and sheen of city streets.                From bed she rose and moved to stand by window’s view absorbing all the scene; gray […]

               He came to her, full and raised, presented in morning sun’s flood-spill through front door’s frame.                Spread of her thin-lipped smile grew in seeing of the sight; tousle of her hair, mirthful of light and airy laugh, as she felt the room-scene’s change in cross-legged sit at island’s rest.  Loose of long-sleeved button […]