Kiss

the porch light goes dark-
the taste of cherry chapstick
lingers on my lips

lost in your garden-
crimson tulips
brush my cheek

Sleep

your hand grasps my thumb-
our breathing becomes one as
sleep takes you away

post bottle-
a twitch wakes you
for just a moment

Sleep

the blankets askew-
as you start to fall asleep
we share the same breath

dream talking-
I lie beside you
and listen

Campfire

april darkling skies-
picking up dry kindling for
the seasons last fire

well worn stories-
glowing embers
float skyward

Warmth

late afternoon sun
shadows of rhododendrons
dance upon my wall

woolen socks-
warm feet on
the windowsill

Senses

opening the blinds-
the white light of a full moon
caresses your skin

pounding surf-
the taste of salt
on your lips

Radiance

the blankets askew-
you stand before the window
glowing in moonlight

together asea-
with eyes the sky
and hair the sun

Glow

sitting ‘neath the moon-
entranced by the graceful curve
of your bare shoulder

caramel skin-
silver moonlight
in your hair

Luna

full moon sunrise-
a thin spiderweb of clouds
spun across the sky

brightening skies-
the morning moon
greets the sun

Fair

taunting the punters-
precariously balanced
just before the plunge

the village fete-
powdered sugar
dusts my shirt