Lisbeth McClairePoem to my jealous lover, VioletGolden in color, crimson in blush Cerise, Cerise! Your cherry cheeks Hush, hush your piney envyMar 14, 2019Mar 14, 2019
Lisbeth McClaireCome to Me NowThe salt of your chest the tenderest of kisses your nipples pale brick flesh tongue to mouth erect as my need stem to crown I realize…Apr 16, 2018Apr 16, 2018
Lisbeth McClaireNot Every Woman Can Wear RedWith three or four casual steps he semi-circled — as she pulled her fitted black sweater over her head revealing the deep scarlet…Mar 25, 2018Mar 25, 2018
Lisbeth McClaireThings We Wish We Didn’t KnowThere is enough skidding to bring me from the back porch where I am writing to the front windows at 5:30 this morning —Mar 15, 2018Mar 15, 2018
Lisbeth McClaireThe Forest and the Seain my tides your piney branches push from the hot grit sandMar 2, 2018Mar 2, 2018