Kiss
home with my regrets
I should have asked for a kiss
when I had the chance
–
your upturned lips-
moths flutter
in the porch light
home with my regrets
I should have asked for a kiss
when I had the chance
–
your upturned lips-
moths flutter
in the porch light
alone on the road
speeding towards oblivion
far away from you
–
velvet panic-
our safe word
forgotten
that look in your eyes-
it’s an hour before dawn and
we need to leave now
–
exhausted-
more beautiful
than ever
I crawl into bed
too tired to fall asleep
reliving the day
–
a warm breeze-
awake in my bed
paralyzed
waking every day
under a threadbare blanket
to an empty bed
–
bleary eyed-
the crows outside
contemplate murder
an early robin-
lichen covered granite steps
cut into the hill
–
holly berries-
amid the ivy
a cardinal
as the fog rolls in
skeletons of spectral trees
fade into the night
–
foggy evening-
gnarled branches
scratch at my window
slices of the moon
slivered through the window blinds
drape across your back
–
snowy owl-
cold branches
in the dead of night
your door left open-
looking back at you as I
close it behind me
–
moonlight-
your mobile
slowly winds down
sawdust on the floor-
the earthy aroma of
horse manure and hay
–
a saddle blanket-
riding bareback
in the tall grass