Creative Writing by Larry (Ace) Boggess
Out there I wrote poems for friends who enjoyed a vision with pinches of passion & just a dash of melancholy. Here, I’m asked to write letters— deviant, hungry, decadent with spice— meant for lovers safe in their freedom, women I’ve not met. A jailhouse Cyrano sans desire, I’d much prefer whispering lines on the narrow view outside my window. Less moon, my patrons plead. More cocks & cunts. Each wants his girl to know he is smacking her ass in his sleep, so she gasps ... again, crying out from his astral touch. But, I say, I’m better at making her sigh perhaps, or sing. To which each tells me, Yes! That’s exactly what I want, Although it isn’t.
Santa Fe Literary Review
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