Your Stare

I flush pink
for you
as your gaze
holds fast
making cheeks
turn rosy
and color rise
along my nape
and a twitch
of upturned corners
come to lips
before teeth tug
lower swell

This?  Is all yours.

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To Feel Small

A blade of grass
makes the ant feel small
A sapling stretching tall
makes the grass feel small
A hill of forest green
makes a single sapling small
and when mountains tower
it makes the hill seem small
and then above it all
the blue sky stretches wide
and even a single cloud
makes the mountains small
like the ant
and the blade of grass

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Seeking Relief

Summer heat
lingers
and it is only
in the deep shadows
of the forest
that relief is found
as no breeze
touches boughs
and leaves
do not rustle
for the heat builds
in stillness
until even the air
shimmers with it

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Frustration

It is not pretty
it is ugly
and  hot
and it rains down
like embers
sparking off the fire’s
edges
to land on the skin
and sear the surface
as it flirts
with sparking
an inferno in the soul
of rage
unquenched

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The Small Times

Small and delicate
I shrink down
from five foot ten
to four foot nothing
to two foot three
and then further still
until small enough
to crawl
into your pocket
where I can burrow
into the comfort
of you
and the world
disappears

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Balcony Moments

Seeking silence
I surrender
to the softest touch
of your fingertips
and skim
of your lips
as you help
to whisk away
the world
beyond this moment
and this space
with you

I love you

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