Stolen Moment

Slipped to serendip
No friction dereliction
Shoulders gripped to grind

Moonlit Silhouette

Those curves of yours twist
thin Italian mountain roads
my pistons popping

Sunday Gold

Sunday's gold shines bright
but she burns twice as quickly
Shorter days indeed

*Cough*

Wheezing has become
the essence of my being.
*throws pity party*

Night

Silence is the sound,
When breathing slows and dreams loom
Against darkened moon.

By Whose Authority?

Neglected coffee

Duty trounces solitude

Wednesday self-governs

The Last Five

Fifteen bright fireworks
Burst lonely against the sky
These are the last five

Austen's lure

Ghosts of Jane Austen
Tease my dreams then fly by light
NaNo plot is gone

Bear cubs

Bears ate my pumpkin
Even the brainy one yet
I still want to pet

What stress?

Deadlines are looming
There is no escape from NaNo
October flew by

Lakeshore Morning

Egrets sail along
Wing tips skim cool lake water
Sunrise becomes her

Discussions on the Small of Your Back

Sensual touch warms
Lips purse; tender, inviting
Slip to gentle night

Moving On

Sacred cows aflame
Inevitable rebel
Another bridge burned

Bleh.

Stuffy, sneezy - cough!
No dwarves here, just sickie me.
Hoo's cold has traveled?

Shell

She abandons hope
Hears little, feels less, sobbing
He should have been more

Coal

Lungs stuffed packed jet black
Years picking drilling dying
None will make diamonds

Icarus

Wings worn, muscles ache
Wax oozes across his back
Flown too close again

Sausages and Hot Cakes

Pop, snap and sizzle,
From iron pan to the plate.
Syrup to drizzle.

It Burns

Raw, screaming, burning.
My soul for soothing relief.
Pass the honey, please.

Visitor

Sad uncle depressed
Trapped under hooch bottle cork
Abyss bottom reached