Firestone Friday: Poem XX

I cherish

your

grey hair

and

all of your

signs of living,

because they

reveal

moments, days, years,

that you

have grown

into your own

essence,

all the time

becoming

the most

radiant

thing

I’ve ever

known.

Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XV

Your fingers

are flowing heat,

and I smile

as I wince,

when

the flames

rise

to lick

the back

of my neck

Dust & Shadows

You are

the only one

to love me

hard enough

to stir the dust

from my heart,

to shake

the shadows

from its corners.