Combing sand, seeking wholeness aged eyes perceive fragments, sharpened by tidal cycles Inevitable, I surmise and persist. (Written for Fandango’s one word prompt: cycle, and
Even lamplight cannot penetrate the obliteration of blizzard white – the icy absence between us. Red was the colour of our passion, now red is
Dance beside Father Spirit His universe a sacred gift Join me here & out there, find you are a favourite star – The good which
Naughty thrilled her – lacked inhibitions toward elicit, tantalized by promised ‘nice’ Imagined blood red petals strewn atop steamy suds, champagne flutes and intoxicating entanglements.
Path to peace is circuitous – having been modeled unrest, schooled in denial… Expectation envisions a grassy peninsula – gently rolling greens and tranquil blue
Slippers, perched at night stand, twitching impatiently, mark the absence of feet, cannot appreciate the meaning of unruffled bed covers. Abandoned, a coffee mug bemoans