Friday, December 06, 2013

Tuesday Tidbits 22 NOV 13





Lighthouse beacon
The Crimson blaze of her lips
through the fog

City siren 
Flashing past 
Too cherry lips 

Full Moon 
One hand on her belly
She rises

Kissing
his name in black granite
Sliver of moon 

Snowstorm 
The Bread aisle's
shiny white shelves 
 
Spring morning 
Dust rises with the rhythm
of the broom

Summer sunset 
A voice falling 
into a cellphone 
 
Blowing
Up and down the Boardwalk
Runny noses
 
Still Life 
with Arizona Iced Tea 
and Skittles 
 
Plunging deeper 
into her neckline 
November moon
 
And until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)

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