• Saffron & rust
    back to the saffron field where i planted the memories
of moments that never were
all the sweet soliloquies under waxing moons
temperate souls orbiting a sun of rusted linens
    back to the saffron field where i planted the memories
    of moments that never were
    all the sweet soliloquies under waxing moons
    temperate souls orbiting a sun of rusted linens

    Can’t really provide any background or context to this, other than I wrote it after a day spent at the hospital with someone. I was decompressing from the day, and liked the saffron field image. What’s a sun of rusted linens? No clue. But I still like it.

  • Backyard delights
    a woman’s laughter rises to the stars
a breeze ruffles the hem of my skirt
my arms come alive with goosebumps
    a woman’s laughter rises to the stars
    a breeze ruffles the hem of my skirt
    my arms come alive with goosebumps