I love those instances of happenstance-
the snowstorm,
the power outage,
the last chance to dance.
the snowstorm,
the power outage,
the last chance to dance.
The scent of wet pavement.
Eyes that spy beyond my face.
I love these moments more than most-
an old friend or flame like a ghost.
an old friend or flame like a ghost.
The honesty a child speaks.
Kindred souls and the secrets they keep.
The full moon shredded by stoic pines.
Lips that pout with distaste.
The full moon shredded by stoic pines.
Lips that pout with distaste.
A tear surrendered to gravity,
a glimmer of humanity.
The odiferous cast.
Itchy scabs that won't last.
Paper and pencil.
Books and pens.
Stories with tragic ends.
Pale skin on a slender frame.
Walking slowly in the driving rain.
Teetering on deception-
deeper, darker, haunting reflections.
deeper, darker, haunting reflections.
The odd. The awkward. The outcast.
The mutt. The runt. The half-blood.
The heartache of true love.
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