Twomoons poetry

Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com Tonight is a night of slipsFingers hurried, sliding sheets under old doorsthe clock ticks away as the shadows grow heavyweights on petite shoulders I only thought of a period. Twilight will approachand endings lounge in the hour before dawnas sunbeams disperse, honey drippingsto warm the skyblue I remember you too, wingtips. An exotic agate, a…

Photo by Wolf Art on Pexels.com My porcelain washes warmsoap suds float upas I sigh into the waterMy hair isn’t the right shadeIt’s a dark chocolate auburnnot an ink blackthe ends start to wave in the heatI’m chewing my lower lip Steady hands held the small of my neckWarm pressureI fold into it, all of meI counted to ten with my eyes squeezed shut And opened to find eyes greeting meStars from…

Photo by Ogy Kovachev on Pexels.com Inside the black bins in the atticold dusty things, some sentimental objectsnext to cold Dutch ovens, in need of carerust eating slow, steadythere are letters inside torn envelopesmy name scrawledloopedscratched with penstucked into the flap of bi-pocket foldersmy own drawl written in a 5 staryellowing at the tipsI flipped through lofty booksfoundpressed…

Photo by Jeffrey Czum on Pexels.com My door was open I held a shiny quarter of a roomsomewhere I haven’t beenthrough a doorunaware it was leftajar A slipA twist of a wristA soft clicka soft i n s i d e There was a small fishing boat by the horizonI reachedthe ship’s captain turned to mea ghoulI stumbled back, ready to runand fell into fingersclumsy at firstlosing skin to fingernailsto find…

Photo by SHVETS production on Pexels.com I threw a living pot at the doorOne of those orange clayIf we wanted to be elegant it was terra cottaIt hit, Smashinglythe soil explodedrunning downBlack soot dirtying my indoor matThe root ball stayedbut the flowersshaken aliveI stared conflictedas petals settled, blood dropletsscattered on the floorand I weptwithout a single drop of moistureThe static…

Photo by laura parenti on Pexels.com A feather pillow screamswhile the stuffed artificial blend holds your necklike the crook of a lover’s armwithout pinched nervesor hot sweat I went for a walk today to get rid of the morningSweatA sour mountain I frequentto catch breathThrough the hilly bits of a well-marked trailinside the grass, among broad treeson the crooked bend to the lakeI found a…

Photo by Book Hut on Pexels.com I hummed a melody into the windmy eyes frosted, beyond the quiet nightits vast translucent indigo graycovered A lark flew to sit on my perchshook off the droplets of his flightand stilledthe night heldin his regal posturebeak closedresting, reflecting together.he will sing at dawn.every dawn.herewith methe fading stars watch his crescent chestmove to my moon I…

Photo by Emilio Su00e1nchez Hernu00e1ndez on Pexels.com I kept hot chili powder out for the squirrelswho ate my sunflower seedsa quiet muttering before I rubber-banded the top of jade green potsto stay immoveable.I knifed in air holes of tv dinner traysIt felt like a fort. And it poured heavygiant jackfruits dropping down onto my Adélie deckpelts of furyAnd the sun scorched the Saran wrap in…

Photo by Khushbu Yadav on Pexels.com Chrysanthemums tea steepsas i.Rest is breathingSunlight sunbeams cascadeyou omitted them Volcano flaresBut your eyes are sealed. Boiled fingerling potatoesmashed up in a porcelain white bowlI scooped with my indexslathered it on my rosebud tongue tip and the phone rings into vibrator heaven geranium green on my 24k bangle locked in selfpossessed I’ll be…

Photo by Lalit Bali on Pexels.com Never mind starting them indoorsmid-May is around the corner I accept you. They say you’ll bloom into sunset cloudsMolten orange redsvelvet dress dancing on flower skinon p e t a l svalley of valleys hearty thoughts My lashes fluttered closeddew drops escapedAnd I found myself there once morefloating on/our hands claspedas we watch the sky move into a deep…

Photo by duhews dfbas on Pexels.com The bud g r e wunconscious of meI shivered deeperas it may beseething.soaking in how I stuffed it downinside a cold dark chestlockeddecadeswith only glimpsesof nourishmenthow many times have I abandoned you?me.That day you threw meinto the brick wallthe wind flew through my bodyas I ricocheted into the mudslow-motionI laughedand my lungs rerouted you back out…

Photo by Keijiro Takahashi on Pexels.com I sharea breath with your skinfrost on wide windowpanesour warmed airas the rain pours from heavy cloudsdeep into the ancient red wellecho esof hollow son surface rock s I’d soft strip your under-jaw with my caninesa familiar muskcoats my tongue I’d pour into you with blind eyes Wild lies

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com The rustle of leavesmelded with my roaming eyesAs tall oaks shade the beaming sunfrom my shoulder bladesIt was a warm morningSleep still coated my gazeRose colored, refracting lightsilencedthe kinetic buzzing Able bodied. As we fell into steplong stride to shortHe held my handSlow, down the winding roadpassing camperstents splattered with dew dropsto smile wide…

Photo by Anna Belousova on Pexels.com Ice cube tray in powder blueI lay my palms flat on topBeholdingthe frozenI breathe in and out to readymyselfLifting it up over my heads m a s h i n gonto granite counter topsThree rapid hits-DumA beautiful rendition of Beethoven’s 5thReleasing ice shardsmelting in my veinsI pick up an ice cubeand anotherEmptied.dump them in the pot of sizzling coffeethey…

Photo by Joaquin Carfagna on Pexels.com The bullet train rantoward the bright sunMy eyes rove overthe landscapeblurringmuted greens into chalksandstonepeaking to flat low valleysValencia- Te Naranja solMy gaze dropsto my tapping fingersending on“Simplemente Madrid”someone whispers itbehindsilent as a field mouseThe train eases into the stationpausingpeppered salt hair“Usted es”“Te…

Photo by Ron Lach on Pexels.com I walked around biting my incisors todayThe supermarket was too brightI didn’t want cheese for dinnerOr anything to do with dairyI picked up a sack of cashewsa packet of garlictwo large tomatoesan artful jug of pinot grigio-holding it secure at the neckone third downto roam fluorescent aislesI’ll make vodka sauce with wineSoaked nuts will make it…

Photo by Marek Piwnicki on Pexels.com She whipped the peeled bamboo cores on the wire fence Hard The sand blew upshrouding her facestormingAn inhale sputtered into heavy coughWatermark trails streaka shade lighterDusty eyelashes crustedballing in corners- grain shrapnel The sound of cow bells approachesshe watches the road slowly become black and white On exhale she stumbles forward as they…