Poetry Plump Berries Jon Hillenbrand, October 14, 2008December 30, 2015 First I saw the cherry. Then I saw the long dark sweet ink trickling entangled down her creamy curves. Should I spoil her freshly fallen field of pale snow? Would I ever recover from sinfully sampling her unsophisticated sensuality? A hellfire might await me after such a kiss, or a…
Poetry Button Jon Hillenbrand, March 1, 2007December 30, 2015 Cute little halo You and your friends keep my clothes on I see you there dangling With a sideways smile on your face One of these days you are going to try and get away You’ll be there at night But the next morning you’ll be gone I’ll look through…