pillow talk

the rain wanted to undo
the sun, peel off her
layers, pin her across a blue
sky turned grey –
unwind the threads, one by one
even if they were frayed
to love each hue down
into the ground, see her
true colors bloom, not fade –
arching her back, she listened closer
to what the rain had to say

pink eyelids

to press my face into the sky
wind wrapping warm arms around
my waist, the sun turning my
vision pink when i close my eyelids
to let my daydreams arise
reality softly sinks into the riverside

the kiss

night wears mist like
stockings, she kissed the
moon, sending him
blushing, running after
the sun

backdated Post A Day poem for September 6th, 2017

sun barista

he pours a hot cup
of coffee across the
summer day,
cream curls clouds
across the crowns of
chocolate mountains,
fields stretching their
bellies, walking along
key lime pies

backdated Post A Day poem for September 5th, 2017

burning crown

the sun rises, a hero
reigning the blue skies,
clouds, smoke under her feet
until the hero has fallen,
setting down her burning
crown across the horizon’s back,
until the world falls asleep
and the insides of eyelids turn black

come back! rainy, rainy

clouds oozed their bad vibes
all over my day, and now my
day wears soggy socks and shirts
to work, the sun – like a bratty
obnoxious kid, shouts out
hot yellow light so bright it hurts
my eyes, my skin turns pink and red,
wishing for the clouds to once
again splash my day with their dread

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: ooze

lone traveler

our enchanted reactions
could not have even have begun
to travel the distance –
the moon travels, silently
in the cold, alone

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: solitary

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