Category: writing

  • sundayrest your head in my lapclose your eyes and let go the worldsummer approaches like a slow moving storma finger of warmth on my cheek as we sway on this porch, silent and contenti’ll lay a kiss on your relaxed templebury my fingers in your hairlisten to you snore light, butterfly wings in your chest,and…

  • honeycomba honey meltthe honeycomb drippingslowlysun dappled honey sticky-fingered thief, you,honey lipped and buzzingon the honeysuckle breeze;the petals open and open and openwelcome-rjm