she craved him like a carpet burn;
the seer of young flesh
on crimson’s rough exhaustion
leaves a glowing scar,
hot in healing
yet reminds her of times
when her legs could brush the rug
to the upright seat of adulthood.
Lois describes herself as a “confused english student,” though one quickly finds a polished, charming poet in her work. She has an elegant style that compliments her keen insight and whimsical sensibilities. You can read more of her work at her self-titled blog.