Some People

Composed 11/3/16
Description: Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt: Sincere and some of today’s easy conversation.

I like the way love leaps
So easily from your lips
How smiles are the default
As are sweetie and friend
Despite the fact you barely know me
And I sometimes keep a distance
You’ve tasted no unkind words
Just your heart as it flies from your throat
Conversation flows
As inclusive and warm as a central fireplace
That all gather around to feel

Excuse me
If I balk as
I am more choosey with my words of love
I may hesitate to return the sentiment
But not because you aren’t the honest
Dictionary definition picture of the word
Sincere

Sunshine Dream

Composed 4/18/16
Description: For Day 17 of NaPoWriMo. Obviously… I’m not yet used to warm weather.

I woke up today to a blinding dream
Even the grass sings sunshine songs
The air is light and pale and fresh
As the outside breathes into the room
My skin feels new as if
Pleasure has just caressed my cheeks
People chatter and birds softly sing
A drowsy, pure reality
I’m numb with the glee, indeed
This must be a dream

Fire Eater

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Red 2 by Tosha-chan.

 

Composed 1/1/16
Description: Prompt from writeworld. Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture.

His fingers spread like growing vines
And touched her skin so pale and sweet
He felt the blood pump through her veins
Gentle thuds in steady beats

From each seam, each pore heat wafted off
An aura of delectability
It swam up each thin, arching stem
A fire forming internally

It crawled up his arms
Hung in his chest
A strangely lovely burning wheeze
He breathed hot smoke
His insides glowed
Shade hung from a grin, sharp and pleased

She fell limp and her skin felt cold
Silence within her too-still form
The spines retreated as a breath was taken
And the red hot man went strolling home

Summer Feels

Composed 8/27/14
Description: It was one of those days that just started right.

Today’s about the joy
Of your favorite pair of shorts
And that t-shirt that feels just right
Well-worn cons tied tight on your feet
Like you could run one hundred miles
And laugh in the lights of a brand new town

It’s about feeling right in your own skin
After trying to slough it off for so long
Silky cool legs in the hot summer sun
Soft feather hair blowing ‘round

About grinnin’ and racing
Letting it all fall away

Eternal Morning

Composed 12/16/13
Description: As the temperature rises again after a period of cold, I find this an appropriate day to post this piece.

Warmth cuts through my life at a sharp forty-five
So water drips down icicle-thick trees
And patches of grass through frost reveal
The dark green riches of matured seed
And it’s just beginning, this thaw of earth
For the lawn is dry and the limbs shaken clear
But there’s still snow in the shadows
And the sun never moves out here

Winter

Composed 11/29/11
Description: This is a poem I wrote several years ago; though, it is  one that continues to be relevant to me. I saved posting it until now (for obvious reasons).

It’s not summer when I miss you
When the sun is warm on my skin
And shining
And there’s running
And laughter
And fresh water
Splashing against my face

It’s winter
When snow falls and we bundle up
Eager for warmth
Eager to cling to each other
To sit by the fire
And hold deep conversations
While drinking hot chocolate

That is when I look up
To the sky and wonder
Where you are

It’s winter when I long for
The exhilarating rush of
The frigid wind whipping my cheeks and
Laughter as we crash
Rolling around in the snow

It’s winter
When we are thankful for each other
And eager to please others
To love
And be loved

Unrequited

Composed 11/5/13
Description: Sorry for the long hiatus! School’s been killing me. But life has a way of smacking you with muse now and again.

I have accepted
The clouds that obscure
Any chance of sunlight
But I still bask in want
In the rays that pass through

Indeed I melt
Merely sensing your presence through the clouds
Long streams of warmth
Run and bubble under my fingertips
And the heat ebbs and flows
Across my neck and ear

How my knees tremble
At the smoky atmosphere that could be
If only I could stroke your face
Without getting burned

But I cannot help it
I still love
What is irrevocably refused