Down the Eaves

curled up on the porch my cheek resting upon my tear-soaked hands the rain pounding down the roof and yet all I can think about is the sound of your voice caressing me and how I long to feel your body pressed against my skin and your fingers threading in my hair as our lips…

Lotus

She lay upon her bed, curled up, slowing unfurling like the petals of the lotus rising from the muddy waters of all the past hurts and sins His love in contrast was the sun’s rays kissing her edges, inviting her to open herself fully to him Dirty, sinful drops slipping harmlessly away, not a trace…