micropoetry – C & K

In early light,
as trees move slow,
we sit tight.

Surreal

So surreal, yet the flowers don’t have spoons for hands.

we move
close to
the margin;
our love is wild.

moving emotion;
make room for those lies you tell yourself.

recommend
beauty
in the way
petals
fall
to the ground

a soft living hidden place,
far from materialistic eyes,
a silent another worldly place,
for natural reflective dreaming

Photo from National Geographic

Oh, cake!
You are my kryptonite;
weakening my steady resolve.

While you slept
in dreams,
I longed for your touch.

curious and cute

he’s hiding something

she’s a detective

hunting

dance floor

fever burning the timber

floor perspiring fire vigorously