SeptemberPosted: September 2, 2012
Smelling of wet earth, hot coffee
Of fluttering pages and somnolent fantasies
In pale light filtered
Through pregnant clouds and
Green leaves burdened
With the juice of the sky.
When suddenly, you breeze in
Piercing through the cascade
And splatter upon my skin
Fragrant and serene
Like a forgotten kiss when
The pen would bleed words and paper
Would not be enough to mop up that wordy mess
That you so carelessly leave behind.