Feather in the fog.

Silence slows the crushing calm of night.

Her trade winds blow, blue depths, tense ocean rise.

Our eyes sink low, waning shaped, revealing mellowed light.

A pleasure glow, uncharted heights. Sleep looms close, as these sheets we ride.

A drenched repose, as the suns rays
approach,

a warm kiss goodbye.

moforoot:

…then suddenly, everything made sense. 

The skies tore open, and in that instance 

in time, we all became the setting sun…

moforoot:

…then suddenly, everything made sense.

The skies tore open, and in that instance

in time, we all became the setting sun…

Dolphins dream.

Even s o f t summer winds,
foreshadow e c h o e s of approaching
frost. Until the dolphin swims alone,
the stars and hope are never l o s t.

Eon curve

Your skin’s the most sublime form of poetry I’ve yet to master…
a thousand lifetimes shall I study.

Flor de azucar.

moforoot:

May I taste the spring between your

orchid?

A velvet petal kiss, a sweet molasses

twist.

Can you feel the Ionic column rise?

A powerful pulsing,

deep caressing glide.

These stones, hear them speak, 
They hold voices and ancient poems. 
In dreams they awake…
Through their faded columns, the sun makes her way home.

These stones, hear them speak,
They hold voices and ancient poems.
In dreams they awake…
Through their faded columns, the sun makes her way home.

Caffeine confessions.

The clouds within my inkwell turn,

a maelstrom grows, as my pages burn.

A poem can offer sweet release,

a warm escape till the storm winds

cease.