almost december —
missing the taste of summer
berries and sweet love
love
Love Songs
love songs –
one small bird singing
from the porch rail
Zeros
zeros and ones
the modern love note is
lacking in perfume
Buttery
even before
his buttery caress
i melted
Pockets
jacket pockets
stuffed with love
to give away
Prediction
the calendar reads
‘fall begins’ — a season or
prediction of love?
Puppeteer
lover puppeteer
fingers gently pulling strings
that arch her back
Sweat
a love note written
by fingertip on foggy glass
drips of sweat
Flares
passion flares
whispers of gray smoke
and it’s gone
Spare
it’s been so long
her spare pillow
became the cat’s
Anticipation
anticipation
aimlessly dreaming of you
while vacuuming
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