august moon 7

we lay on the white sheet
in the shutter shadowed room


side by side
like two beached fish
browned on a very hot grill
too hot  too tired
to kill that one fly
you know

that one fly

august moon 6

beachy head

august moon 5

the kiss of cool tiles

august moon 4

momoware

caressing the soft downy skin
inhaling the mouthwatering perfume
the erotic promise of teeth nipping sweet flesh
and warm juices
that clothe the tongue
and close the eyes
and steal the breath

august moon 3

the mother is texting
the father is texting
the child plays silently in the sand

august moon 2

Under the fecund green canopy bearing ripening fruit,
the sudden dry whisper of a withered and falling leaf
acknowledges that death, like life, is always present.

august moon

on this dog day afternoon
a sliver of moon
hangs suspended in the blue
the bottomless depth of burning sky
while a tiny shiny jet
goes winking and sparkling by

*august moon is a creative project I've challenged myself to maintain for this month.