Inspired by fall

Dearest Dilettante,

Let us conspire an evening of debauchery and mayhem.

Yours Always,
Gregarious Muse

Yesterday

Thrift stores are filled with items still holding past scent and story. A tingle runs up my spine and out the hair follicles. Passed from one life to the next, with each owner giving a part of themselves. The possibility that our belongings steal our yesterday and give us a stranger's in return.

Orange

it's oils cover my hand as I penetrate the skin. liquid pouring from wrist to elbow. mouth to chin. my tongue lapping with little shame or track of time. satisfaction guarantee.

One Word

HARDLY

hardly enough time to talk about this my dear. yearning. left to my mind. give me more. my thoughts make their own conclusion. satisfy my urge. don't push the door. i will move. leaving you. drop. broke. on the floor.

Summer Kiss

When you kiss me
Call me
Momma
Baby
Star

The feeling of summer heat
Hit me
Leaving no pain
From past love

Some how now
Clean Slate
Like a little girl
Tree climbing
Sun dress
Skinned up knees