sunday afternoon…
even the shadows linger
in a lovers’ embrace
octopus sashimi…
wasabi and promises
upon her tongue
overcast skies…
the sheer breadth
of eagle wings
virgin snowfall…
three angels born
amid the moonlight
night shadows…
her head resting
upon his chest
dirty litter box…
she tells me the cat
smells of perfume
the taste
of his kiss…
seduction by
pork loin and pineapple
chutney
her own
reflection
in silhouette…
murky puddle water
rippling
silent,
thumb-to-thumb,
breath deepening...
she sits amid lotus
blossoms
tonight
the mailbox
reads both their names…
ice cream and cabernet
in bed
despite
weekend chores…
making slow love,
only to sleep the day
away
only
yesterday,
murky ripples—
today’s puddle water
frozen
lovers
together
awakening…
only to drift asleep
again
starlight
and her own
fallen lashes…
finding forever in
this wish
winter’s
hunger moon…
they move, as one,
amid the night’s silent
shadows
sunday
afternoon…
learning his heart,
soul, and the fold of his
blue jeans
lounging
nude in bed…
a man, a dog,
and a blue umbrella
walk by
a winter rabbit’s
most sudden dash and scamper—
then, the low rustle
of her own soundless footsteps,
drying leaves, and pampas grass
warm almond latte…
with his kiss, a hand
upon her swollen breast ~
autumn leaves drifting
into a lovers’ embrace
the weight
of his hand resting
upon her belly…
beneath a birch moon,
lovers dreaming the same dream
