i’m the worst
pretender..
defender of
truth–
in light of my own
mirror
you watch each word
whispered,
and each time
i kiss her
to remind myself
i’m living
in
the now.
Author: grumpygorman
are you summer?
or just the
flash
of something
warmer?
skin still craves its
momentary
burn,
as if
the exposed one
never learns.
when consumed
by a mood
to paint
rainbows blue,
and curl up in
smoggy
gloom-
love is the
glass
of
rose
lemonade
on a rainy day
with you.
cranking open
window
to let
the air out,
can nearly smell
you in the
dew,
and almost see your
smile
behind
the curtains
calling to
be let
in.
ever encouraged
to share..
though don’t feel
obliged,
if it scrapes
too deep
to bare what’s
inside,
you’re welcome to
stare at the
mirror
without a need
to reply.
can’t watch
thunder,
won’t hear
lightning strike,
but feel them rage
in tandem
throughout
breathless night.
he brews
storms-
consumed by
the cup
then reads the
leaves
before chewing
them up.
soggy trail..
along a
dried up stream,
steers us deeper
into foggy
green
where the undead
used to
tread.
on flower
lane
trees listened
in-
to whispers
of sweethearts
midst footsteps
of past,
and though rainclouds
would gather
they’d never
last.
it’s everyday
rain-
i see reflected in
each pace
by
the
window,
in each turn
to say..
“hey.”
hands in the garden 
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