All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               For years he wondered when and where he would encounter her again.  For years, mind imagined.  For years, mind played versions and moments of scene, and as none ever came, in passage of time and years, he gave up on the hope and, too, versioned ideals that such would ever come.                 Then, in […]

               Frost covered dawn, silver lawn, her body in light the same; fair and pale in scintillate and catching of the sun.  On white cloud of down, bedcover’s spread, she straddled and brought upon , his body raised in upward sit, embraced in take of hold, arms low and tight to low back behind, his […]