2023.28

There are no curse words
As dangerous, powerful,
Or stunning as Love

2023.27

The moon's brilliance
A reflection of the sun
A dance in the sky

Softly spoken words
In the comfort of darkness
Promises were made

Spicy on the lips
Burning tongues and gasped breathing
Hot as a pepper

Shiver in my throat
Fever rushing to my face
As I say, "Hello"

Is it weird to say
She smelled of lazy mornings
Wrapped in fresh bed sheets

Slow thoughts on the brain
Stuck on past memories and
Dreams of the future

Let's walk the orchard,
Pick apples right off the trees,
And forget the world

Look like a sweater
Smell like a lazy morning
Beautiful, I say

Dreamer, keep dreaming
There are butterflies waiting
To fly us across