Flaming Angels Of Spring

"A woman's body encapsulates his wayward eye that seeks an elusive love."

Flaming angels of spring weave a pastoral tapestryO’er the sleepless, meadowed minds,Entreating the burning softness of summer;Freedom, resurrected in its breath,When warmly winds lick the searching facesInhaled ‘neath the rapture of its tongue.Passion seasons fruit for its victims,Nestled in pain...

Hot & Cold

"Is it hot in here, or is it just me... and you?"

It's almost unbearably hot. All the windows are open yet no cooling breeze dares to enter the sunlit hotel room. The only thing the beads of moisture on your naked skin can pick up is the slight movement of air...

I didn’t quite know what to expect the next morning. After all, we’d crossed a line, one that couldn’t be recrossed again, and I found myself consumed with a million little worries when I woke. Nothing to do about it,...

Seasons

"In recognition of the Autumn Equinox (or Spring to my friends south of the Equator)."

As the sun gets lowerThe nights grow longer than everThe warmth and joy of SummerFeels like it’s gone and returning never Winter moves in with fingers of iceBringing with it cold and fearTearing away the last vestige of lightSpending its time...