September’s Garden Dawn, an awakening that beckons idyllic, downy light, an endowment gently warming my green and thirsty skin. The last remaining flowers. I am the protector of the wonderous scentsthat whiff their way, often, to unsuspecting humans. My limbs of love hide deep beneath the ground’s surface, close to the red brick path. I…
Category: sense of smell
Tears To Flowers
Light sprinkles like pixie dust from my heart. Trees choreograph spiritualistic arches as bird pirouettes on angels’ wings to give gratitude to Our Father. They balance my senses while roaming the lines of age upon their singing branches like a Panther Chameleon. Paint me in lemon-red colors as tears of euphoria and melancholy drip into…
“Tardy Morning Sun” Now Live On Spillwords Press NYC
damp, frosty grass was a sad soul to bare feet her heart dangling from a pale elbow in a drowsy fog besieging her as tears hymn, turning to ice on cold flesh five months passed since her husband was planted to earthly rest laying by the lake,…
First Kiss – new publication on MasticadoresIndia
My First Kiss freckles rearranging erotic patterns on pale, poreless skincotton candy, and elephant ears dripping in sugar and butterair shifts smell mixing with scented moments, holds onto lifewhite eyelet dress clings to sun-soaked skin; its holes breathevirgin lips plump, yearn for a first kiss, weary of practicingguilty for praying for my first kiss, selfish…