As I turn pages
of dismal,
dark and decadent night,
a gorgeous
itch of you
bleeds through
into tomorrow.
Feel summer
weave into wind,
dance with dilated leaves,
we align
our mouths
and kiss
misery away.
Love for you exists but
is it enough?


Photo credits: Blake Carmichael, BurntΒ 

Posted for Quadrille #60 @ dVerse Pub

And on Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads