Love

you’re my cinnamon
my sugar, salt, my pepper
the spice in my life

open windows-
a cool breeze
tousles your hair

Mirage

the heat off your skin
bending the air and making
my resolve waver

desert sands-
shimmering water
in the distance

Relentless

endlessly sifting
the detritus of the day
while sleep eludes me

an unkempt sky –
wind driven surf
pounds the shore

Collection

melting chips of ice
droplets chase my finger down
the small of your back

a distant tor-
morning dew bends
the desert grass

Somnolent

the hum of the road
whispering it’s lullaby
rocking me to sleep

empty conch shells-
a rush of warm surf
overcomes me

Reflections

look into my eyes
and you can see your beauty
just the way I do

soaring gulls-
the ocean leans in
to kiss the sky

Smitten

a shy sideways glance
from you in my direction
I’m instantly hooked

september sky-
grass in my hair
you on my mind

Need

lashed tight to the mast-
tempted by the siren song
of just one more drink

steaming pavement-
distant sirens bay
at the full moon

Promise

strangers on a bus
the empty seat next to you
very enticing

barefoot in the grass-
your hair falling
across my shoulder

Age

living with strangers-
years torn from my memory
replayed day by day

dimming light-
a quiet place
to lay my head