winter silhouettes
a copse of sailboat masts cut
from the dawning sky
Singular
a single starling
adrift in the sea of sky
searching for it’s flock
–
rolling sea foam-
venus takes her place
in the darkening sky
Lines
night in the forest
an passing train rumbling
off in the distance
–
distant music-
blackbirds perched
on power lines
Nectar
fresh blood on my lips
my kiss, a thief in the night
stealing your warm breath
–
ruby throat, emerald wings-
sliding in and out of
warm honeysuckles
Regrets
the final door closed
all the words you wouldn’t hear
and now never will
–
sudden frost-
orange blossoms
wither and brown
Smitten
a shy sideways glance
from you in my direction
I’m instantly hooked
–
september sky-
grass in my hair
you on my mind
Need
lashed tight to the mast-
tempted by the siren song
of just one more drink
–
steaming pavement-
distant sirens bay
at the full moon
Rhythm
shortening my stride
slowing behind old lovers
walking hand in hand
–
icy harbor-
the crush of a
rising and falling tide
Promise
strangers on a bus
the empty seat next to you
very enticing
–
barefoot in the grass-
your hair falling
across my shoulder
Singular
a single starling
adrift in the sea of sky
searching for it’s flock
–
rolling sea foam-
venus takes her place
in the darkening sky
Lines
night in the forest
an passing train rumbling
off in the distance
–
distant music-
blackbirds perched
on power lines
Nectar
fresh blood on my lips
my kiss, a thief in the night
stealing your warm breath
–
ruby throat, emerald wings-
sliding in and out of
warm honeysuckles
Regrets
the final door closed
all the words you wouldn’t hear
and now never will
–
sudden frost-
orange blossoms
wither and brown
Smitten
a shy sideways glance
from you in my direction
I’m instantly hooked
–
september sky-
grass in my hair
you on my mind
Need
lashed tight to the mast-
tempted by the siren song
of just one more drink
–
steaming pavement-
distant sirens bay
at the full moon
Rhythm
shortening my stride
slowing behind old lovers
walking hand in hand
–
icy harbor-
the crush of a
rising and falling tide
Promise
strangers on a bus
the empty seat next to you
very enticing
–
barefoot in the grass-
your hair falling
across my shoulder
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