Wool
cut from the same cloth
the two of us holding fast
lest it unravel
–
sheep shearing-
lost in thought
or so it seems
cut from the same cloth
the two of us holding fast
lest it unravel
–
sheep shearing-
lost in thought
or so it seems
robins flying south
I’m left stranded alone with
my desperation
–
evening dew-
california poppies
closed for the night
jealous of our affections
in full view of everyone
the moon steals the sun
–
midday-
the spotlight
stolen
i look at myself
and listen to my own lies
praying that they’re true
–
reflections-
outside my window
a magpie
your small fragile hand
once grasped so tightly in mine
now a hardened fist
–
clear blue sky-
learning to fly
on the way down
out of the shadows
and into the light of day
burning in the sun
–
august sun-
wreaths of flowers
wilting by the roadside
the lust for power
buried in the hearts of men
exhumed far too soon
–
hesitation-
the sharp crack
of thin ice
history lessons-
hard fought wisdom wasted on
those who will not learn
–
melting ice-
unwilling to accept
being this path
low afternoon sun-
the play of shadow and light
against your bare skin
–
under the sheets-
between us
the midnight sun
your head on my chest
my face buried in your hair
breathing in your scent
–
the witching hour-
watching your heart
softly beating