Focus

Our minds are consumed
with a legion of details.
Where to begin deemed
obvious by most,
if you could feel the pulse;
a quickened heartbeat,
you’d know there’s no recovery.
We’re past all that,
bits too forgone to consider,
the beauty lies, quite perfectly
just beyond
and your hands belong there.

EveningĀ 

Daytime eases
Beckons an evening breeze
Felt behind my ear

Twilight offers
A final bit of sunshine
And I wish you were here

A chance to dip our toes
Sit upon the bank
Count stars beyond the clear

Side by side in nervous chatter
Eyes cast down
Water; my distraction,

Strong hands in red hair
And suddenly,
Nothing else matters