Monday, August 26, 2013

Numb

"We shall not all be like that," she
whispered within the furnished apartment
of her mind. The ocean-tides of thought
surged towards the bright September moon,
to the tune of "Everything is Over Now."
She swooned. The gentlemen were in their
committee meeting. They were speaking
tall tales. She held a plastic shovel and
sand pail beside the raging sea. She tasted,
but could not feel, the salt-laced winds.

Friday, August 23, 2013

Kissing Sunshine

Who would have known
it would be like this:
a fragile kiss,
a smoldering bliss?
Oranges, peaches,
nectarine-days,
a golden haze,
your girlish ways.
Freshwater shells
and fossils on sand,
the submerged land,
a slender hand
smoothing brown locks
behind the ear,
and wiping a tear;
it's beautiful here.