Freshly brewed coffee on jasmine air,
Scalding mint tea burns my tongue.
Stars brewing in soon dark skies,
As red roses turn black in fading light.
Newly warm evenings lick my arms,
And faint jazz music drifts fluidly,
Swirling from house to garden to house.
Four voices as different as day and night,
Laugh in perfect unison and alliance.
Stories of youth recounted eagerly,
Adventures and tales from times of gone.
A single plane, sparkling in dusk,
Soars high above happily oblivious heads.
For, in one naively serene moment,
The world seems pure and free and whole.
Memories from years passed are exchanged,
All joining in with our versions and thoughts.
Soft traces of chocolate linger, hauntingly,
On tips of tongues, corners of cheeks.
Fading ghosts of summertime sweetness.
Ripped fishnet legs against metal chairs,
Fingers tangled around cooling mugs.
Insects flecking still, unmoving night,
A lone spider conquers steeps of wine bottles.
Distant fireworks shatter light around,
Symphonies of sound and colour in black ink sky.
I'm so content.
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Midnight flashes
AcakA collection of poems, short pieces of writing and the general muddlings from my brain. This is a small window into my mind- all of the twists and turns of the labyrinth that are my thoughts, a way to see both the light, happy paths and the darker...
