Each autumn, we commune and embrace her new dance; under a Scorpio moon, our bodies spin amongst the fallen leaves,the watcher of the night guiding us within its ghostly beam. Come winter, the cold settles in our bones, but her smile, a beam of warmth through the dreary gray, moves our feet into a furiousContinue reading “Her Dance”
Cherry petals bloom and blow away on the breeze – buds begin anew.
Whispers on the wind float wearily by; waxing poetic, they stir within, wake my words. Walls bend, then wither; spark ignites, consumes. No warning, it wanes, now just winds full of whispers. *trying my hand at a mirror cinquain* yeah write poetry slam Won’t you join us?
In spring, we bloom; uncertain futures fly. My dreams alive, we ache to touch, be free, To crash together; bodies burn on high. But fire is only ash, so soon you flee. We run to summer, race against the clock. With smiles so fake and wide, you’d think us stone. I dance, you skirt, my every move you block. This war cannotContinue reading “Miles Between”
I trace the things on your desk with my finger. Each word we speak is ice. “I won’t marry you. I must marry another.” You speak your piece and fall silent. I cower in my mind’s dark recesses, praying for escape. I thought I was a treasure you’d do anything to hold on to. BecauseContinue reading “Abandoned”