Walking with fear
in the face of
trembling color captured
while planning the fall
Impetuous fever
blushes
‘cross satin cheeks
while someone watches
Bitter apples
bite back
blood-stained lips of regret
while sandcastles die
Shedding armor cast
earthward
like warm summer rain
while riding the release
Thunderous music swells up
inside out
creating waves across skin
while the skies part
flavors and tones…
crossroads.
- Previously published 2008 in Dirty Winds