Mirror

She looks down & laughs at the flaws of the other Yet if she were wiser she'd know the other is her mirror 

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Soul Speaking

"When you find someone that speaks the language of your soul never let them go." - Shannon L. Alder

Rondeau after the Storm

Tame taffeta slides between us,
your arms around me, robust.
I must get around to breathing in the soap-scented skin
once lathered in tantric trance and sin, now clean. So that she won’t know.

Your laugh rumbles, softly, curls in my ear,
like August surrendering to September.
We slip, smoking out the bubbles of summer nights
filled to the brim with stars. You are not mine.

Tuesday green leaves sway outside — a curtain of beads,
dancing in our celebration of the clandestine.
Creamy thoughts of yearning rise.
Quixotic clouds graze past the blue of skies, seducing
a rainbow of imbued dye to arch over us.
We riff, repeat, blow out the bass and I must get around to drinking you.

Starling

The stars are tugging at my soul ✨ Daring me to lose control...

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Wild at Heart

In a country of wild dreams and coconut trees
I spent my younger days…
the sound of the ocean filled with waves
and breezy, starry nights fit to gaze

made me a slave to my wanderlust ways…

In a country of beauty unseen and rice fields of neon green
I spent my younger days…
the sun kissed the roads filled with asphalt & sand
every February brought sounds of steel pan
as crapo filled up the night with his song
stories of Anansi traveled far and long
echoes of them resonate past daydreams
spirits stirred in untouched cane fields
and breezy, stellar nights fit to gaze

made me a slave to my wanderlust ways…