Anticipation

It bites like apples

green and sour and sweet

A spun out day of promise

flossy and fantastical

dissolving into

parched sunset bleed

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Insidious

Ice cold fear whips away breath

                Leaves lungs and hearts and arms bereft             

                                Inhaling the frostbite of a winter day.

Hushed voices sigh conspiratorially

                Partners in crime unintentionally

                                Left without the words to say

The whispered venom of lonely nights                 

                Of heartache sprawled in the headlights              

                                Strangers sweeping the traces away.

Behind name-plated doors the secrets unfold

                Surreptitiously guarded to maintain their hold

                                Unfounded, unfettered, unhindered by the light of day.

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Goddess

I ought to do the housework naked

Seems it’s just for his entertainment

Humping me every time I bend o’er

To pick his socks up off the floor.

Cupid’s arrow seems to strike

The minute I pick up a knife

Perfumed in onion’s fragrant reek

Passionate embraces he does seek

Nothing like domestic bliss

To inspire a French kiss

I’ve got a pan of sizzling bacon,

--No, I don’t have a shorter apron.

Saturday Night Cabin Fever

Splash around some sunshine colors and flowers, turn up the heat and the music. Pretend we are not stuck in a box in the dark and cold, waiting for a chilly hopeful spring. Forget that wistful future and soak up the here and now, dancing ‘til we sweat with tropical heat. Let the world around us blur into a margarita mai-tai mirage and the friends we know evolve into fascinating strangers.

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