

El Rio, The MissionI stood in the muted courtyard, the steady glow of the heat lamps bled an intimate warmth for the couples sheltered ere their boughs.El Rio, The Mission
A younger pair, the woman balanced precariously on the man's shoulder's, laughed and stretched high under the lemon tree. I helped guide them to a particularly ripe fruit, which they cheerfully plucked. In return, she urged him thank me.
What he tossed me was green and young; it would never ripen bereft of its branch. They giggled, arms linked, and made their way out towards the front. Last call had


Nocturnal SojournDid you know?Nocturnal Sojourn
Your soul slips when you sigh, When a gentle exhale and steady rhythm, Has lulled it into complacency
No one is there to watch it fall away. Or notice the tension ease out from under empty, lidded gaze. Your wrinkles will fade Someone has rolled back the odometer for a bit.
Where were you last night? Getting out of bed, I feel it too. We must all dream of the beach. Why else would we wake up with sand in our eyes?


A Not-Love Poem[What the stars tossed, salt-casual, onto the not-black of the not-night suggest could be love, but I can't read them.]A Not-Love Poem
This is not a love poem, not-love, a not-love poem.
Falling waist deep into February stomping the signatures of lost years in footprints on the pristine present- this, not-night has become electric with memories smashing through the thin ice of teenage alchemy, charged, with the possibility of heartache,


Come What May, June, July....The hanging wheel of future, spinning endless. His hands approach the hour, thrusts against us.Come What May, June, July....
Counter-clockwise faultlessness arrives on time, fools all of us into late blooming.
The face on the clock overlooks fixed rhythm as he writes Come what may on random squares of calendars.
On "over, but it never was" your comment seemed to be hot topic for conversation
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Dum spiro spero.
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my gallery is better than your gallery: [link]
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Across the face of the Earth, her ruby cheeks shone; Winds of whisper buried seeds of rumor, made her secret well grown.
Thank you for the watch
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Dum spiro spero.
Looking forward to strolling the gallery, wonderful profile!; love the ID pic and desktop screenshot!
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Across the face of the Earth, her ruby cheeks shone; Winds of whisper buried seeds of rumor, made her secret well grown.
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