Tasting Tomorrows.
Tasting Tomorrows....Swallowing Yesterdays
Somewhere stretched
across the slats
of a wooden bench,
possibilities could
be fleshed out,
you sitting next to me,
in the wood smoked
scent of Autumn,
leaves tumbling all
around as I
fall for you,
fingers weaving
a quilt together
that warms our hearts,
lips just brushing,
and tasting tomorrows,
eyes wet with
wonder and delight,
as we simply chat
about ourselves
to each other till
the sunset beckons
me to move on,
away from the empty park,
limbs as empty
as the trees,
while you sit
somewhere else,
still an illusion,
I have yet
to realize.
©-MFB III
Beach Bumming!
What a day
at the beach,
salt tanged and
snow cone-licious
coconut scented
and never too
bored to boogie,
Buried in the sand,
till the fat lady
stepped on
my wing-wang,
and Stacey laughed
so hard she
slipped in the surf
and sand wedged
her bottom good.
Long slow
succulent kisses on
the sun warmed towels,
eyes that radiated love
so passionately mine,
shadowing my face
beneath delicate wet curls.
Some belly slams
and shell dives,
then a long walk
down the beach
till we thought
we'd never get back.
Hand in hand
we found a way,
ice cold bites of a Pepsi
trickling down
our parched throats,
as the orange
and red curtain fell.
Sadness tinged
our next glance,
on August 31st,
our last vacation
day together,
as Summers end sat
down between
us with a sigh.
©-MFB III