With youat the edge,toes in the water,hands clasped.The sun passes behindthe clouds.I nuzzle you. Flowers on my walk This is before.Before my mouth hasknown yours.Before we held each othernaked in my lavender sheets. The wind picks upAnd I slide my feet betweenyours.I don’t feel cold in yourarms.You lean in andthis won’t be thelast time ourContinueContinue reading “With you”
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It’s nearly fall.
It’s nearly fall. The maple leaves are turning pink. They’re brightening into a red that cuts the sky, like striking a match. The flame of fall. The patterned quilt of leaves tuck in the valley. Making ready for winter. The chill caresses your neck and cheeks, tugs on your scarf. The simmering sun has brokenContinueContinue reading “It’s nearly fall.”
Danielle Koch 