(soothing balm)

light rain
last midnight’s tears
now forgotten in mind
for they’re softly kissed in morn’s light
healed soul

~

(over morning coffee)

surely
as yet so new
become familiar
these meetings of scorched and shared skins
but how

~

(waves of mauve)

rouged lips
marked for new prey
pursue to fill intents
forward walking, trailing a scent
I chase

~

(she)

the wait
almost painful
as she gently offers
her curved back, bending before me
I climb

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