24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Living, dancing, and writing in San Francisco! Currently held captive to my couch with a broken foot...Excited to participate in the half marathon for the first time.
How It Starts
It starts by dimming the lights,
breathing picks up pace,
his body holds me tight,
while hands caress my face.
Breathing picks up pace.
Sweat trickles my brow,
while hands caress my face.
Silence, except the cat’s meow.
Sweat trickles my brow.
Our chemistry ignites.
Silence, except the cat’s meow
each and every night.
Our chemistry ignites;
it starts by dimming the light.
Each and every night
his body holds me tight.
Umbrellas
We came early
to get a spot
We thought surely
there’d be a lot.
Yellow umbrellas
line the beach
good looking ‘fellas
hiding under each.
Scorching sand
from the high heat
impossible to withstand
without a shaded seat.
Making the trek
through the ‘fellas
just to double check
no empty umbrellas.
Admiring the sea view
disappointment unsaid.
Our eyes see blue
umbrellas ahead!
Searching through
there’s plenty of room.
We claim just two.
This day lost it’s gloom.
Writing from the West Coast in the half marathon tomorrow morning. Warning: game will be rusty. But I’m looking forward to showcasing my mediocre poetry!