Mar 2015
Shadows dance
in the candles shimmer
warming the room
with cinnamon grounds
Soft rhythms
playing to a background
of lovers moans
and slapping pounds
Solid drinks
peppering our tounges
and burn in chest
going down
Sheets of white
feel even softer
by the touch of skin,
light brown
She looks into me,
licks her lips
with curls of auburn
dangling down.
Saying goodbye
to such sweet times
quelled only by
a new love
in a new town.
in the candles shimmer
warming the room
with cinnamon grounds
Soft rhythms
playing to a background
of lovers moans
and slapping pounds
Solid drinks
peppering our tounges
and burn in chest
going down
Sheets of white
feel even softer
by the touch of skin,
light brown
She looks into me,
licks her lips
with curls of auburn
dangling down.
Saying goodbye
to such sweet times
quelled only by
a new love
in a new town.
I saw a bumper sticker, "change is inevitable, struggle is a consequence of self improvement, suffering is choice" Then I read my book of Zen and became confused
