the moments stretch
time extends like
capsules filled with
liquid tenderness, open
to rain upon them
they are unable to sleep
without touch
reaching in the
night and
morning
in passion there is no
before, no after
just a roiling sea
to carry them on waves up
the crest
then down,
land softly on the sand
to rest
briefly
in each other’s arms
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It's spring although you wouldn't know it by the storm that blew through yesterday. Still, I am hopeful. Slivers of sunshine, new growth out back, the lilacs that have come and gone - each a reminder - pay attention they say.
Soon, I will sit still, let the sun warm me and write of all that is good.
