These times
Jackhammer & pow’r tool sounds
Rattl’ing windows
Prayer flags far too still
Birds just took their leave
Late morning already
And me not yet dressed for the day
Make me wonder
Are we getting any rain
Tag Archives: Dress
Hunter
I am amazing
In hunter green sheath
I’d planned last summer
For New Year’s Eve
Silk against skin
Cut to the thigh
Your demure firework
Heels on high
Champagne celebration
It was to have been
We’d teach eachother
We’d dance again
Inky ring-fingers
Hilltop house near a glen
Belonging to each other
Forever by then
Elevated
Not taking no for an answer, She
Dressed up sexy for the crimes of He
Master-mechanic motivating, She
A fine-tuned engine emerges, He
Speaking in the same tongue, You & Me
Ascend from sorrow’s basement, We
Magician’s Scarf
Who each woman is
Does she smell like lavender fields
More worthy of obsession with each passing Day
Why the fabric of her dress upon her skin causes men to sing?
The Earth springs forth, as I imagine, musical notes with her every step. Yes.
Such passion must she follow, as to leave us inspired
Her smile draws from an endless-deep joy well
Words from her soul have him come hither, a pulling of magician’s scarf
Silk Spaghetti Straps
I don't fit into any thing, any more
Hereby the list:
Convention
The cool, cool evenings
The chaos-creating dress
Companionship
I've outgrown it all
In a way that is uncomfortable to me
Country Crickets
Tiny, shiny red dress in the dark of my closet
Hanging next to that wishin’ shirt
Barefoot together, I’ll wear them, I will
Sitting on my porch swing, eyes closed, crickets applauding
A summer night so warm, I’ll not care I’m alone
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