sparrowed mornings

my palms can hold your hand at night, i wonder how they reached so many miles, combed some bay andthe west sea, with a floater. i am sure. probably. you have ten fingers butfelt like twenty in a piano. you ticklemy toes and make my heart flutterlike a feather from a cheerful sparrow. mornings. i… Continue reading sparrowed mornings

The Coming Out

Come out courage, fuel nervous mind. Come out hope, help tired soul stand. Come out joy, pick body out of bed. Come out faith, paint dull world red. Come out love, slice heart open and bare. Come out muse, spill words mouth can't say.   — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash In… Continue reading The Coming Out