Heat
my head in your hands
your eyes locked on mine pushing
hard against my lips
–
ripe cherries-
the sweet taste
of your seduction
my head in your hands
your eyes locked on mine pushing
hard against my lips
–
ripe cherries-
the sweet taste
of your seduction
staring down into
another empty bottle
devoid of answers
–
august sun-
tumbleweeds across
a dry creek
a candle and spoon-
the bare bulb above her head
casts a harsh shadow
–
on the corner-
slowing headlights
catch the rain
dark foreboding clouds
low in the afternoon sky
harbingers of doom
–
soft rain-
broken trees
and power lines
canadian geese
on the way to warmer climes-
cloudless autumn sky
–
mottled light-
kits in their den
below the forest floor
I crawl into bed
too tired to fall asleep
reliving the day
–
a warm breeze-
awake in my bed
paralyzed
nose against the glass
looking through my reflection
at life passing by
–
still water-
echos of
narcissus
pale whispers of men
pass by along the river
rowing in silence
–
walking stick in hand-
my footprints
fading
waking every day
under a threadbare blanket
to an empty bed
–
bleary eyed-
the crows outside
contemplate murder
softly spoken words
meant for only you to hear-
whispers by your neck
–
our wedding duvet-
my open heart by
your sleeping ear