dimness fades
after the
bleed-
and sky appears
relieved
now lighter and
less dour,
yet aware of its
dark powers.
Author: grumpygorman
from thinner
side of
door-
hearing voices
as real as
yours,
fear i feel them
more than
any
wanton
kiss,
ears to the
floor.
know where i
was born–
and how i’m
blessed-
even when i
forget
there’s a reason
for such
ache-
best to feel it
than deny
for happy’s
sake.
despite forecast
rain..
clouds stay in
their lane,
holding loads
for lesser
days-
to coat our
panes
in see through
paint.
eyes behind the
cloud-
yours
or mine?
a crowd between
two lovers..
trying to find
each other
in different
lines–
while they have
time.
sweat drips down
stiff upper
lip,
till salt licks my
tongue
heat won’t
quit,
but i shan’t
admit,
it’s no loner
fun..
in
the sun.
not you,
but an outline..
and were i so
inclined-
i’d lay in the
creases,
and rest like
you might
were you here now,
basking in
sunlight.
heat wave
bakes
abandoned
lake–
as kids by
fans
imagine
sand
and the many
shapes it
takes.
sunhat veiled
your eyes
but that
smile
spread like frosting
‘cross your
lips–
too buttery
to kiss,
while modest blouse
covered
skin
but not all heat
within.
squeaky hinges,
ice cream
binges–
slow air melts
my heart,
dripping cone on
my stroll
home,
past kids in
splash pad park.
hands in the garden 
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