memory of another journey, reaction with
a smile, your body escaping those jeans you wore,
the backseat full of forgotten kisses.
no one really comes home empty,
each thought fills rooms with nudity, the lust protruding
from cedar chests filled
with lingerie.
the quiet brings a distant howl,
some neighbor’s dog caught
between the fences.
no one calls your name, words instead
get caught up in desire, and the single
rose I brought lies on the black kitchen
table, pancake syrup dripping off
the edge of a plate.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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