Misty returned home, After a long day on the job; Sideswiped- Ticket in hand; mother screams “this is all your fault; you know better than that!” She lights a candle, leaving paper to burn; Charred memories~ Collecting tears in the wind
seven eight nine
vexing perplexing this dichotomy of air, wind & sound a desire out of context confirmed if you play with fire you're liable to get burned hot embers stoking danger will robinson
vexillologist
Waiving in the wind, The colors bright and fancy; From miles away.
heeding the call
His lips on my skin, a toast to the celebration; passionate heat rises. Entwined limbs like dewy branches, outstretched and reaching for more. Perplexing intuition, gathering moss ~ Still with you; Always here.
startle response
usually i jump About ten feet in the air Upon approach Today though lost in my own stream Of consciousness I didn't Not as if it matters Perhaps it's because I already knew you were there Or because I'm always on red alert For intrusion (nosey bastards) These days if I try to hide They'll... Continue Reading →
