Cloud Spotting
wispy details
among plump fluff
snags my attention
as I look up
and all I can think
is what I see
is a dragon
soaring
above the trees
with maw open
and hungry eyes
and that I stop
to linger
is no surprise
Passion
like a tight bud
that opens
to spread
its petals wide
I lie before you
vulnerable
and with
each inch
of my skin
sensitive
to the slightest
touch
as your gaze
turns greedy
and intense
Breathless
tangled
in sheets
that smell
of sex
and sweat
we linger
in the quiet
after
the intensity
of the storm
that tasting
your tongue
always
leads to
Dystopian Sun
August arrives
with a red sun
in a dirty sky
like a dystopian
apocalypse
breathed
into being
by the smoke
that fills the air
and makes
each breath
scratch
and burn
on the way in
Disquietude
smoke arrives
like a stain
across the sky
as it creeps
like dirty mist
among the trees
to cover
everything
in the faint scent
of low level
anxiety
bred into us
by instinct
Everything
I want to
get lost with you
in places
where
we won’t
be disturbed
and can
explore
to our heart’s
content
everything
from the smallest
freckle
to the vast
night sky
hand in hand
Twisting the Leaf 