Untitled (pink paper) -- Undated.

There's something gone
there's something wrong
in the way that she touches him
the way he backs away
from her gazes of affection
the forgotten election
for romance

It was doomed from the start
the looks that parted
an empty room.
The kiss on the street
that felt so complete
as he held her.
She shuttered from thought
as she stuttered and sought
to allude him.
                 -Amy Lee Schelling

"You Soul Me Man" -- Undated.

The wind whipped up beneath her short bob, tickling her neck with playful fingers.

And he grabbed her in an embrace so warm you'd think he'd meant it. Then his lips touched her neck, grabbed her neck. The breeze stopped and she could feel her breath being vacuumed from her lungs by some unseen force, by some inexplicable hunger. And he held her so tight that when he let go she nearly lost balance.

Did she need him to stand on her own?

And as he backed away from her, his shirt fell a little lower on his chest than before. His clean chest, pale from being locked away behind his modesty. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to run her fingers around the two thin, black hairs
             -Amy Lee Schelling.