Teetering On The Edge Of Normalcy

Teetering on the edge of normalcyThe unraveling of misguided formsThis mind won’t settle into boredomWill not compromise the quelling of the stormDo not attempt to dampen this fireMy spirit will continue to actively soarFor I won’t be cajoled to become blandFeeling fresh & alive, always reaching for more

Saddle Up To The Counter

Saddle up to the counter Anxiety requiring a shot or two Feeling warmth of liquid bliss Slowly beginning to feel like you Tension of these recent events But knowing he’s always on your side Methodically flirting for good measure You’re aglow; his fair-haired bride Hand in hand to go dance in the rain Never lettingContinue reading “Saddle Up To The Counter”