return and give

open and close

warmth seeps into pores

molten honey rhythm

sweet and hot

runs out along the floors


6am Gloaming

it is a day haunted by beginnings

scented with salt and bergamot

it is a day dark

dawn waiting to stretch it’s light

it is a day heavy with small efforts

sleep stoned feet aching forward

it is a day weighted with potential

joys unexpected caressed with stars