OurTwilight (to You)

Sandpaper

Face

Brushes

Against

Ash

Wood

Skin

Causing

Burn

Redness

Shows

Trail

Of

Desire

Dark

Hair

Covers

Eyes

Lids

Too

Breathing

Deep

In

Our

Twilight

AsAdults (to All of You)

In the

Age of

Stress

It’s

Important

To

Remember

Those

Carefree

Days

Of

See-saws

and

Swings

and

Sandboxes

and

Recreate

Them

As

Adults

Simply

You’re

Real job

Is

Elementary

Joy

Cherished

Remember

The most

Precious

Things

Are

Buried

Beneath

Others

Shine

From

Within

Eventually

You will

Be

Unearthed

And

Cherished

ThisMorning (to GreenEyes)

In darkness

Curtains

Billow

Dancing

Cha-cha

Causing

Body

Gooseflesh

Chilled

Pulling

Us

Close

Tickling

Ticklish

Spots

Laughter

Dances

On

Breezes

Mixing

With

Mornings

Birdsong

If only

Every

Morning

Could be

This

Morning