Beach front view and a early morning sunrise,
Makeup sex with a side of homefries;
Sunday sunlight and the beauty in her eyes,
We whisper words under cotton surprise.

A cardigan crawl on a north bound street,
Coffee bean stills and an outdoor seat;
Wind worn hair and scarves pushed aside,
Afternoon delight if the time abides.

Fireflies fly and the beach waves break,
The sunset fades so the stars take shape.
Sunday slows down and she’s the one around,
Our heartbeats stop and we know what we’ve found.


Welcome to the empty recesses of my mind! I'm a recent college graduate realizing a Creative Writing degree was a bad idea. Give me a pity like. Or you could check out the about sections (on the front page and about this author page) on my blog to learn a little more about me. Whatever.

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