Rhett Butler Left and Isn’t Coming Back by Pris Campbell

Rhett Butler Left and Isn’t Coming Back

Full moon kisses.
Kisses over late wine
and morning coffee kisses.
Sloppy kisses.
Even Rhett Butler up the steps kisses.

He held me captive
in the web he wove,
moon sighing,
hoot owls hooting,
but, bored after courtship
segued to marriage,
his prey ensured,
he sold his patent
on making love
to the couple next door.

He saws logs each night.
The house trembles.
Roving cats flee our street
and stars loosen their moorings.
They tumble into the unsuspecting laps
of other discarded women
still longing to be kissed.

img_2555The poems of Pris Campbell have appeared in numerous journals and anthologies, including PoetsArtists, Rusty Truck, Bicycle Review, Chiron Review, and Outlaw Poetry Network. The Small Press has published eight collections of her poetry and Clemson University Press a collaboration with Scott Owens. When The Wolves Come After You, with Michael Parker, from Goss Publications and Squalls on the Horizon, a book of tanka, from Nixes Mate and My Southern Childhood are her most recent small press books. A former Clinical Psychologist, sailor and bicyclist until sidelined by ME/CFS in 1990, she makes her home in the Greater West Palm Beach, Florida, with her husband.

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