Cruel Eclipse

It's Open Link Night at the dVerse Poets Pub!   Star-crossed and in perpetual orbit: the Moon circling the Earth circling the Sun—your heart beating the rhythm of my soul. Enter the cruel eclipse: spouses, children! (yours, mine never ours). Still, this relentless and unchangeable love, our secret conflagration, longs to burn out loud.  

Synchronicity

Synchronicity

It's Open Link Night at the dVerse Poets Pub! Your lips move In sync with your hands, giving a voice to the words that live in your heart. You write them on the air (in permanent, invisible ink) and my heart can hear ~ So clearly ~ What my ears cannot.    

Hunger

Hunger

It's Open Link Night at the dVerse Poets Pub! Look at me and smile that smile; make my heart beat like velvet jackhammers again and whisper my name like it is holy.   Feed the obsession.    

Sunshine Sings

Sunshine Sings

It's open link night over at the dVerse Poets' Pub! I've not seen it, but the damp-dirt fragrance of petrichor (that musky mystique!) dazzles my blind mind’s eye. Rain’s shimmer—an almost-sound— splash-dancing thirsty lawns, razored lightening slicing; silencing Thunder’s echoed moans then, Sunshine sings a bow of rain in colors I can hear.