Blue Coyotes

A lightly scorched
is the aura of the porch.
Where splintered, soaking
floarboards waterlog
our socks.
Ash and clover clouds hover
beneath the chocolate liquor sky
Edvard Mmm stretches
our faces, with laughter echoing
the night. Stories bellow
across a sugar ring stained
table, and soggy socks
dance like children’s noodle legs dangling
edged off oversized seats.
The wind tonight, is a soft yellow kiss
pressed fondly against
my blush cheek.

Summer 2013

The warmth
of the sun in the sky
and on my skin
is reflected in the white of my heart
and burning my eyes
on your smile.

The sand in my shoes
between my toes
scrapes scars into freckles, falling, forgotten.

Soft winds embrace us.
The winter in our hearts has gone.