Day 79

Silver Eyes

Her mouth was painted with the stains of sweet, ripe raspberries
Our kiss tasted of summer's promise
As warm as the sun-baked earth beneath us
Above a sky of midnight blue bathed in brilliant stars
But the only moonlight shimmered in her silver eyes
My name a song I pulled from her lips
Her lithe body quivered in the warm summer breeze

(The sestina still needs work... coming soon to a computer screen near you!)

Day 78

Two new poems in the form of a cinquain.

Solace

His embrace
My quiet peace
A respite from the world
A place where hurt cannot reach me
My home

All I Need

Your arms
Wrapped tightly
Around me when we sleep
All I need is this kind of love
Forever

I am working on a sestina. This is the most complex and challenging poetic form I have tried, but I'm getting there. I'll post that when it's done.