Lingering

I watched tangerine turn into innocent sanguine,
while thinking of you, and
thoughts of how I want an “us” to be.
Feathered blues, birthed since before noon,
caused aquamarine streaks
as twilight breathed – were you with me?
My neck felt a breath, my back the push of a finger;
the moment continues to linger.

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As Day Falls to Dark

Unsure of where
How? I may always question,
But without a doubt
Bliss will succeed absolution

In planning
There is light,
A hand held,
A Moment never forgot,
With blessing, intimacy
Between two
A hopeful stop

Sustain is my plea,
Calm my heart
Bless tomorrow’s lead
As day falls to dark

Timing

There’s a presence 
I see it, even if from afar
I sense the urge to discern
Or is it mine?
My words stumbling, brain unsure
Do I fall in completely, because
That’s what I do, or
Stay in the quiet
Where I’m comfortable, pure.
Lungs, I beg, shout
My head likely to explode, if
My lips don’t leak
Upon paper, or find shelter
Within his clothes.

To Get To You

My favorite hour arrives
Too quickly
Today,
A drive, required,
I need to see
You.
Same car,
Same old highway,
Same steady heartbeat
Purring, excitedly.
I’ve chosen the view,
A spot alongside
Road X,
Wishing to beat you there
My heal digs, as my toes
Push down, steadily,
A muscle in my thigh
Tightens
While pulling to the left,
I roll to a stop. I see you.
Longing for an embrace,
Wishing you did too,
I sit, upon this car hood,
And wait.
There’s never enough
Time
To watch you, my day,
Fall
Into twilight,
As if just for me.

Calm Twilight

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Poetic thoughts shatter,
Like glass across a sky of azure.
You arrive on bits of final sunshine,
My mysterious muse.
You capture my presence tonight,
And I feel you inside my wistful soul,
As you voluntarily watch me,
Waiting in the calm twilight.

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The final line written by, my girl, Morgan. It is no secret that I adore her poetry, so last week when she wrote the line “waiting in the calm twilight” I mentioned being envious, and then there was some banter and a challenge. I’m following through with using her perfect line in my poem tonight, but mine will pale in comparison once you’ve read her Friday Fantasy poem from last week. You’ll see… ♡ Thanks for letting me borrow your words, Morgan.