Ergo, the Ogre

A large, sprawling oak tree with thick branches covered in green moss, surrounded by lush greenery in a natural setting.

Three martinis in:

Night breeze whispers

your name and

I can almost feel you —

swear I sense your presence —

almost feel your caress,

taste your lush, greedy lips

as they brush mine.

Almost.

Almost.

I inhale deep

deeper

and try to trying savor

the scent of you.

A lung-full of sweet balmy air,

a heron cries

and the spell is broken.

Except!

If I squint

up at the stars

just right

they twinkle your name.

Almost.

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Susan Marie Shuman is an author and freelance writer/editor who currently resides in the wilds of Birmingham, AL. She shares her life with two spoiled cats, several friends (not all of them imaginary) and one husband. When she’s not working, Susan enjoys horseback riding, reading, taking her cats for a spin in their pet stroller, and taking naps. An ex-bartender, recovering crash test dummy, and all-around late bloomer, Susan graduated from the University of South Alabama in 2004 with a BA in English. She minored in Russian. Long-range goals include visiting Israel, the Czech Republic and Liechtenstein. Susan is also planning to launch a micronation which would be called either Suzannistan or Eastern Suzanorovia.

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