Lost in Time

Grains of sand drifting

through azure waves steals your scream.

Sunset; end of day.

What She Has

It’s Her ocean full

of abysmal emotions

She wants to drown in.

Deadly

soft, gooey and warm

bittersweet lies coat his tongue

poisoning kisses

A Kiss

warm like coffee, soft

as the patter of rain, sweet

as chocolate cake

December

still winter mornings

frozen, no one sees ice trail-

ling across my cheeks

Ripples

a grey stone skips cross

the lake causesĀ ripples of

what was, what can be

Morning

dawn draped in shadows

whistling wind snips the candles

Death breaks and knocks thrice

Legend

a scar starred body

constellation of freckles

flesh becomes legend

November

crisp leaves, crisp apples

tumbling into warm sweaters

and into cold nights

Force Of Nature

your salty tears freeze

bitter wind cuts your choked scream

trees drown in your pain