Writing through the ache, the joy, they lessons I seem to repeat—trying to find meaning and light in the dark. Always from the heart & honest even when I look bad.
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hot fire licks my lungs, each breathe a stubborn ember, winter settles in
By Tina D. Lopez3 months ago in Poets
subtle touch lingers a spark curls inside the chest winter holds its breath
Flames jump between us. Discarded clothes catch the glow. Winter is blushing.
Heat sparks between us. Layers of clothes on the floor. Winter is screaming.
A bed time huddle. Several seconds of fire. Winter exhales slow.
After-hours pulse. A private spark lights the dark. Winter blues can't stay.
Burning with passion, heat rewrites my inner map. Cold forgets its place.
burning with passion, your sun shines into my soul. ice is memory.
He tried ending us without a sound. He tried ending us without a sound. His message never came, only his absence. His message never came, only his absence.
The psych said, “sounds unbearably intense inside you.” The psych said, “sounds unbearably intense inside you.” Like it was breaking news, and not my entire life.
chilly toes and nose rain soaks my coatless body the car waits, near, dry
damp, dreary gray day burrowed below blanket pile hibernation vibe
