Makes the loudest .
white against the red
as my lover’s kisses rain on me
as maples syrup drenched.
Red and perfect like cherries ripening
Delicate curls that fall on me like falling crimson leaves. “Dive with me ”
she implores “to a world we have never seen ”
and I sink
into a world of possibilities
I want to let it flow and drip down my lips.Pulling you closer
Feeling you here.
Time in a capsule
You wanting me
Making all the right moves
Sweetness and all
In a rush
In a haze
I write in the night because my words speak clearer and smoother than they do in the light.
I write late while the world sleeps and the spark in my mind fires at top speed.
I write after dark because the voice that speaks to me whispers in harsh tones demanding to have weight.
I write because I need a platform to be heard when the last light of the day has dim and the star needs to be seen.
I write when I’m lonely, when I feel lost and depressed. They come like tumbling weed to my bellows bearing comfort or amusement.
I write when my muses makes me smile.
I grin like a silly fool and think of all sorts of fun things that we do.
I write for this moment in this space to leave behind a little something more than pictures. Perhaps this is a window to the mind of a wanderer never quite finding her footing on solid ground.
I write freely and can be anything and everything or nothing. And that’s fine, It’s my comfort zone.
I wrote to one day read this again and be happy that I’ve captured this moment and you have read what silly notions I’ve wrote.
In the still of the lake in a boat I sat.
You waddled in and caused ripples.
Dazzled by you appearance
I waddled in too
Only to be embraced
And kissed by the mirage of you.
By the light of the moon
Your blond hair dazzles
And the warms of your embrace
Melted me like butter…