quick words stream
like keyboard keys compelled by notes
as reckless hearts drift, bleed, freed;

hasty hearts roam landscapes,
pushed to overdrive,
passion accedes like backseat movies
under lights, on tables, between sheets

beat! moan!
bass clap thunders, shivers.

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Dreams of Love


As she walked to the end of the wooden boards, the stars spoke to her.” Dreams of love were white feathers whisked through the heavens by the wind. Lapping waves were hypnotic as they crawled ashore from the royal-blue sea. The low hum of the ocean was a majestic symphony playing to his queen. She wondered when her love would arrive. She giggled and grinned, thinking of the kiss they shared last summer. Continue reading “Dreams of Love”