Monday, August 12, 2024

black ink on a blank sheet;
closed-eye listening;
how moss hugs my soles;
the streak of sky in my hair; 
inquisitive animal head-tilts;
your lips at the base of my neck;
sweat-drenched vistas;
gut-punching poetry;
peat and wood smoke;
late-night cackles;
bitter citrus cutting biscuity sweetness;
weightlessness;
curling incense smoke;
berry and honey notes in dark coffee and chocolate;
smooth cool glass heavy in my hand;
heavy rain;
knowing the glittery shower of peak Perseids twinkles above us even when it hides behind wisping clouds and the city’s ambient glow;
cacophonous cricket hum;
The Sun and all it warms;

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love notes
a ritual to start the week