it started with a bump,

knees touching under the table, and wine -
orion looking at our reaching hands.
pulses of pleasure rushing up my spine
as we lay upon the cooling, warm sands.

a short retreat to the familiar,
then back by elastic, invisible;
an invincible bond, auxiliar
to our need to try the impossible.

then, a morning of ends and beginnings;
new shorelines and nourishing upwellings -
a deep breath, a silent sigh, a longing.
gratification of struggles changing.

now, our streams are clogged by alluvium,
heavy sediment settling on our will.
bitterness erodes the synovium
that soothed our voices, our feverish chill.

this crepuscular part of our travels
has been dark, but now turns towards light.
as the course of our road unravels
we take off, leaving bumps out of sight.

Written by [hannes]

"Anticipating Halloween"

Tonight we eat delicious pumpkin soup
From the jack-o-lantern right outside
Big evil grin and clenching eyes
Lit with a candle to guide passers-by
Do stop here and ring our bell
For a trick or a treat and perhaps a scare
We're very curious to see at our door
The monsters, witches, ghosts and what not
You've donned yourselves up as this year
It'll be a happy Halloween indeed!

Written by [Sunrose]

"as winter withers"

as winter withers
do not mourn the drowning sun
who rests in spring's arms

Written by: [hannes]

"British Summertime"

A promise of sun
Followed by twelve weeks of rain.
There's always next year

Written by [CuteCommander]

Frozen white and ice encrusted,
Hear the pain of friends mistrusted.
Slow and cold, a daily death;
The foggy white of my warm breath.

Is it moving? Can you hear?
A tiny sparkle, a diamond tear?
A graceful fall; an ugly crime.
This is called the passage of Time.

Written by [Lirerial]