Illicit appropriation

Touches of home, piled up on the curb,
The bitter in the coffee defines the sugar
And we smilingly bite toast at both ends.
Fingers under the soft fabric of skin alive
Sing of tunes in puddles of life askew.
Such premises of fleeing inside, rather
Than across vanity and endless traps,
Can hardly ever hold the minute in cusp.

Witty Fay is a translator by trade and a humanist by nature. She has been writing herself into her poems for some time into the virtual world at Destiny Poets, Writers Cafe, Poetry Soup, Indiana Voice journal, Screech owl, Ink sweat and tears, Every Writers Resource and Verse Wrights . Also, she proudly had her bilingual volume of poetry, Nefelibata (Brian Brixon Books, 2014), published and she is aiming at unraveling prose. Wearing the many hats of the aspiring poet/writer, she draws inspiration from the people she meets, the places she travels, and the books she reads.

Last updated February 27, 2016