Soft brown earth, her skin damp with rain,
freckles moist with glowing color,
her flesh, her silken rest,
waiting still, her missing lover.
Your sweet fragrant allure,
your smile follows me whichever way I turn.
Often blinded by the mindless wanderings,
you’d think I’d learn,
yet you stand in wait to
cash in on our fate
the inevitable burn and
the pause between breaths is so long
I rush to face you and to taste you
but when I reach you, you’d be gone.
There may be deep snow
There may be black ice
There may be harsh wind
but that’s just the price
of beauty in spring.
So do what you will
and we’ll dream of wings.
Every moment every
motion the sun sways and
the wind shines on all
sweet shades of day
light falling and kissing
what cannot be
ignored in spite of
its quiet decay.
With all her greys and whites,
she owns a stark and unadorned wardrobe,
And her weathered bones and cracked, abused flesh
reveals her naked heart.
we reach for spring
and collide into
When we were young
we fought the good fight all right
Disregarded the consequences
Committed ourselves to invincibility,
no brake pedals, just a full tank of gas,
the right to kick ass,
the rumbling hunger in our hearts
caught in the traffic
the heartburn and heartache
adjusted the mirror so the
wrinkles wouldn’t show
and the dullness in our eyes could
be thought of as wisdom, our vision selective,
our ambitions not quite perfect
No matter your strength
No matter the length of the night
No matter the fight for daylight
No matter the fragility
No matter the world
No matter how bleak you seek