Stories- Mine

my eyes can’t lie

as I saw you walking by

it’s clear to see you’re divine

I just gotta sigh

because you’re so damn fine

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