Summer Rain

My palm blossoms forth, fingers stretching toward the sun reaching for the empty space beside me, reaching out for you;   reaching out for your copper warmth skin wrapped in twilight in a cold Winter's night kiss, your eyes a molten blue.   I curl inward, around cotton memory aching for your return, idyllic Summer … Continue reading Summer Rain

Happy (Weekly Prompt #11)

And then, she smiled and there was something strange in the way my skin trembled in the heat of her gaze, like an everlasting summer.   ________________________ WP #11: happy Link your response to this prompt, below.   Image credit.