‘tis almost a full moon
yet again,
the sands of time slip-slide away
leaving her to contend
with a plethora of gray.

as the sunset glow lingers
drifting across a blue sapphire sky,
loneliness yearns company.

this wine has softened
during these intervening years,
laced with a maturity
that now speaks the language of wisdom.


© 2021

i’m flattered......
but i suspect
you will be the one doing the ‘killing’......
singing my life with your words
killing me softly with your poems
“after all there is no point in living
if you don’t feel alive”......


© 2021

picking fall couture ~~
when did she start putting
herself in his shoes?


© 2021

sharing this tiramisu ~~
the one more in love
gets a little less


© 2021

inspired by the japanese haiku poet keisanjin

strewn atop
her neatly made bed
decorated with satin sheets and silk pillows,
some dainty rose petals.....
a green bottle of bubbly by the bed side
the highlight of the night....
that slinky ‘coco de mer’ lingerie
her secret weapon.....
as she tucks away her pleasure toy
a smile of relief descends.....

her lover is back in town!


© 2021