Of Your Twilight, the Darkness

Shadows can’t be without light, just like me. Without you, twisting my limbs in our secret garden of little deaths, I can’t find the self that makes me. In the Solstice of my tale, you are Sun: growth and blaze and life and the rest. I know you fear full night—I taste the truth in words you touch to my lips, in caresses you banter to keep, in every rebel gasp my voice rips out of that bit in your mind you’ve wished didn’t whole who you are…

let me be the heart

of your twilight, the darkness

balancing the light

photo by Shyam, on Unsplash

  - for Poets and Storytellers United (Writers’ Pantry #25: Summer Solstice)  

When All Else Fails, I Garden

Soothing magic grows

in the blush of strawberries,

the gift of rain, a pretty mushroom.

Aggravation spreads

when souls forget what matters—

fresh soil, random smiles, happiness shared.

Plant some good.

for Poets and Storytellers United