Coal in the Morning Light

A kiss, a flower, sweet upon my lips The morning’s fresh dew. I wake to see your sleeping face upon last night’s pillow. Your shoulder bare. I remember the night’s adventure: The screams, shudders, and crying out; the heat upon your face. I smile in memory’s glow wishing to fall once again in its embrace.Continue reading “Coal in the Morning Light”

Summer Storm

Summer rains, thunderstorms rage across our souls. Crashing through the heat and oppression, Flaming violence, a flash in the pan, Creating a respite for an instant. Drip, drop, drip, drip, drip, dropping from the sky, Falling on my ground, soak it in your wetness from above, Turn our clay into mud, mold in your handsContinue reading “Summer Storm”