Dark Honey

Your desire
is slow and thick,

dark honey
dripping
from every glance.

You
 trace
  my spine
with deliberate sweetness,

each touch a question,
and a claim.

I melt into you,

into the warmth
 you draw out of me,
  drop
  by
  drop.

Dust Before the Storm

The warning didn’t come
with sirens or lights.

It came quietly,
a shift in the air,
a stillness settling
like dust before a storm.

The horses grew restless,
pacing the fence line,
ears toward something
I could not yet see.

Even the cows
lifted their heads,
watching the horizon
as if it held
an answer I…Read More