Our lustful need for one another
And she had teenage kids awake at her place
Mine was thirty miles away.
She led me to a grassy, well kept graveyard
Where the night was still as death
I asked, "Aren't you afraid here?"
"It's the safest place in town," she said.
We made love on a marble slab at midnight
Undisturbed beneath a sickle moon
But I did not go back with her again
Into that quiet place
For reasons still uncertain.
Bruce Louis Dodson is an expat living in Borlänge, Sweden, where he writes fiction and poetry. His most recent work has appeared in Tic Toc and Storm Cycle Anthologies (Kind of Hurricane Press), Vine Leaves, Buffalo Almanac, Maintenant 14, Popshot, Proverse Poetry Prize Anthology, Whispers To Roars, Without Words Anthology, and many more.