So many colors in so many words, if rainbows could spell
then paragraphs be rain.
Under parasols, our collars up,
we hug and steam the air. 16 more words
2 days, 19 hours
You’d take me for a ride,
how I loved when you took me for a ride.
You saved me once,
I’ve savored your being,
when you loved me… 16 more words
1 week, 1 day
Twilight breeze considers the young gold flame,
with love proposes she release her heat.
The wind down on bended knee, vows to stay,
excites much sweeter but cold honeyed moons
© Chagall 2014
2 weeks, 3 days
Sweeten it first
then chill it down
3 weeks, 1 day
He told her that he designed with intent
to look disingenuous – after all, Machiavellian.
She nodded, let her gaze linger a moment,
licked her lips; he sighed. 41 more words
Peepers are still out this time of year
though their song comes earlier in the eve these days,
fragile, almost not there; easy to listen beyond and miss them. 132 more words
I’ve a string of white bulbs that run up-along-down the wide wall of my porch
where I sit sometimes with my back to them wearing my glasses; 74 more words
1 month, 1 week