Walking Barefoot

In the presence of evening,
golden rays filter through the tree tops,
speckling light across the
forest floor.
She walks quietly,
hearing only the slow crunch of
dried leaves beneath painted toes.
In a place where her breath is that of the wind,
and her heart beat pulses with the land:
Silence.

In this place,
she is always understood.

Random Thought:

I like this blog because I can write whatever I feel like writing.

Shadows

Backseat of a chevy,
Two lovers.
She laughs, hands exploring the
deep cavaties of his chest.
Me.
Watching silent from the bushes;
a mere shadow of a former life.
One tear
because she is everything
I am not.

Something Like Heaven

Golden rays through the
sheer drapes
Patterns light across the
hardwood floor.
She blinks.
Recalling for a moment,
the exact location of her being.
He is sleeping to her left,
Quiet and peaceful.
Her eyes trace the
familiarity of his face
smiling now
Because she remembers.

Morphine

Another Monday morning:
Coffee in hand,
he reaches for his coat
eyes catching the
Splash of red
burning against the
blue bonnet couch
Her sweater.
The one he denied
she ever lost.
Standing in the doorway now,
with no intention
of leaving.