Jame Richards

“The sunset competes with the red glow over Johnstown.And I know,at any given moment,metal is liquid firelighting the night sky,becoming steelthat will build tracksto anywhere she might be.It will build bridges between the glittering starsand the likes of me.”

“No artifice,no pretending to faintor slipping so he could catch me.Just our locked gaze tightening the space between usuntil our voicesneed only whisper,lips to ear, then lips upon lips.”