day 153

the day begins while all is quiet inside children sleep drinking in the summer slumber 6.2.17 [Image Source]

day 152

like the river, i flow tranquil and calm skirting the turns, skimming the rocks in my path when the rain fills me up i flow fast, powerful, with a rage to progress but when the sun bears down, i wither, sometimes pause languishing in my discontent, until my thirst is quenched again…

echoes of x. (day 151)

a new encounter echoing the past first crush, my black spain i still see you clearly hair so shiny black skin with the slightest hint of brown lips just a little too full for a man… i was invisible then, inwardly shy, not the warrior i have become. i wonder… would you…

latin life (day 150)

years i spent in audacious heat soundtrack of love and desperation always urging to dance and connect fruit so ripe it melted as you bite rain so strong you never felt dry sun so demanding you bowed to its force people so close you felt constant touch in this chaos i blossomed……

day 149

i must hoard myself for now i’ve given all to those unformed spent my days prodding on in the end i’ve been forewarned with each new shift there is a loss i grieve for what will never be i hug their hearts and wish them well but remember that i’m here for…