Glittering sun beams Embrace water like silk sheets Fingertips wander Breaking the surface apart Unlike balanced pond skaters
Words left trailing At the edge of the nightstand Fading by the hour Fragile as dawn’s misty eyes Slipping through cupped hands
A moment before silent toes reached the floor A tug on our tether Held by scents of passion flesh to stay. Passing- Extinguished by silk moth wings
The door frame solid wood against cold fingers Breathe in crisp mountain air A steady ache of could haves Now locked in a drawer Like bruised full lips, pulsating with memories of smeared rouge
The passage of time fogs sharp details into myth like breath on cold glass Our lake remains without us Some day the stars will align
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 