Friday, January 17, 2014

Infatuation





Your smile was the sun
picking through the clouds
after rain.
Your shimmering eyes 
were the droplets 
on the rainbow.
Your hair was gold
your voice soft,
your parted lips
your wet smile,
the rising heat from your chest
setting fire to my tinderbox of a heart.


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Thursday, January 09, 2014

ON PAUSE FOR SPRING





Gloom is sitting on my window sill
desolation covers the shelves like dust
books are waiting to be read
paint brushes dry
welting flowers
emptiness

Spring is so far away 
the wind chimes sing incessantly 
Weeping gray skies 
barren trees
Can't bear this melancholy 
abyss