Everything is quiet. Everything is very still. I dig my toes into the lazy earth. Time slows and the evening flows like honey. I pull my knees to my chest and watch with half-awake eyes. 
   I remember walking with you down a dirt road at four in the morning. The horizon buzzed like a gap-toothed cheshire cat smile spread wide above our heads. We were chasing black dogs and dancing lights. A question slid beneath the canvas of the evening, hid in long, berry-bruised shadows, dripped from the sky like strawberry jam.  
It beckoned to be tasted. And it tasted like love. 
Or a waking dream. Now Autumn is lifting the summer heat from the soil as she lays her cool bones to rest.
The leaves will be falling soon.  I roll my affection into the open, close my eyes, and I wait.

Everything is quiet. Everything is very still. I dig my toes into the lazy earth. Time slows and the evening flows like honey. I pull my knees to my chest and watch with half-awake eyes.

I remember walking with you down a dirt road at four in the morning. The horizon buzzed like a gap-toothed cheshire cat smile spread wide above our heads. We were chasing black dogs and dancing lights. A question slid beneath the canvas of the evening, hid in long, berry-bruised shadows, dripped from the sky like strawberry jam.

It beckoned to be tasted. And it tasted like love.

Or a waking dream. Now Autumn is lifting the summer heat from the soil as she lays her cool bones to rest.

The leaves will be falling soon. I roll my affection into the open, close my eyes, and I wait.

Black Magic & Magnolia Suns

Incense, sandalwood, and a half lit cigarette rest by the window in the bedroom of my new apartment. Soft rain drops in small intervals. The air is sultry. It’s heat, soil, and salt. It’s the promise of a new summer. Late nights turn into magnum colored dawns. Unfamiliar faces slowly smile. I pour my sixth cup of gin. Pangs of love-gone-by still prick somewhere deep inside from time to time, but followed without regret. I’ve let go, but I’m not quiet sure I’m ready to move on, just yet. The hot summer is wide open. I only have to walk out the door.  

"Seems to me, it aint the world that’s so bad but what we’re doin’ to it. And all I’m saying is, see, what a wonderful world it would be if only we’d give it a chance. Love baby, love. That’s the secret, yeah. If lots more of us loved each other, we’d solve lots more problems. And then this world would be better. That’s wha’ ol’ Pops keeps saying." - Louis Armstrong

"Seems to me, it aint the world that’s so bad but what we’re doin’ to it. And all I’m saying is, see, what a wonderful world it would be if only we’d give it a chance. Love baby, love. That’s the secret, yeah. If lots more of us loved each other, we’d solve lots more problems. And then this world would be better. That’s wha’ ol’ Pops keeps saying." - Louis Armstrong