Day 56 thru Day 59.

I've been a little sloppy lately and haven't been writing and/or posting every day. So, I'm catching up. Here are several "rapid fire", sort stream of consciousness poems.


Day 56.
In the space where
we once were sprawling
out on the floor,
love pours through flesh and bone
filling every surface with
heat and passion.

Day 57.
Tumbling down the road of ice,
we scratch and claw our way back up to the top,
so we can once again live our strengths.

Day 58.
With the mountains in the distance,
we cry,
longing for the crisp, clean air
that only billy goats and eagles
dare to breathe.

Day 59.
As the air grows thinner,
our breathing grows deeper,
our thoughts grow thicker
and our hearts grow bigger.