some time's worth of energy accumulated,
and too, dreams, and reflections on the whirlwind trips gone by,
comes another visit-
in reality, escape-
to a place-
and i mean you-
sans sorrow,
sans a tomorrow.
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 3:02 AM UTC
san diego sun waves waft
in through the grime-claimed window
above the cucumber melon colored tub,
and onto a seashell embroidery,
salmon pink
lukewarm soak plus one more drink
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
no vacancy, i said
finger pointed toward my head
_
and yet that night i huddled cold
with you every blanket sold,
and every lamp that warmly glowed-
blackout curtains took the place
of floral dainties, window-graced
so come the morning sun's bright shine,
i might forget it once was mine.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC