three monostichs by Jay Ramson

Prehistoric love:

Her body never met itself in a mirror, but she would catch its contours reflected in her lover’s eyes.

 


The campfire:

Our story blazes in the fire-lit grins of boys with teeth as white as moon.

 


A philosophy of flesh:

This, you say, is all there is – the certainty of flesh; the slow measure of bone on bone.

 


Bio:

Jay Ramson has been hiding poems under her bed for years and has finally decided to show them the light of day.  Her new poetry blog is https://poemsfromthetrees.home.blog


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