Friday, August 29, 2014

remember me summer

remember me summer (as
you fade into fall)
and how i let your hot
fingers curl my hair and
your heat dew my skin as
i moved slowly through you
with wine-soaked music and
percolating laughter

remember the nights when i
screamed my secrets and
whispered my dreams to your
bending ear and how you
answered my cries with a 
river of stars and made
me believe those secrets
are safe and those dreams
will come true

summer you are not steady (as
seasons always change)
and i am here not wanting
to see you go but in my
surrender i trust you will
remember and return 
to simmer my senses again

Tuesday, August 26, 2014


the one that got away was never
meant for me to hold

though i stand barefoot and
firm in silt at the cool water's
edge hands poised to trap the
silver beauty and bring her to
my atmosphere

though she glides into the space
between my palms and our vibrations

though i deftly close my hands
around her facile form the grasp only
serves as a warning and propels her into 
deeper waters

she is gone before i can exhale

though my hands are far from empty
as her opalescent scales bedazzle
my palms

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