You
a sin...
A Poem For Her
A traveler she was...
A lifelong journey
Beaten paths I've worn...
I've placed food upon plates
over a tasteful conversation...
I'd bury my face in your shirt
and mumble something...
Real understanding
of what true love would require...
Freshly brewed coffee beans
wafts upon ribbons of autumn...
Every Afternoon at Four
Every afternoon at four o'clock...
Sandstone monuments rise
above the valley floor...
She's walking into smoke
again and her mind swirls...
On summer nights with dusk near nigh
as twilight bathes a yawning sky...
Watching grains of sand
as they slip through my fingers...