It’s pumpkin time and I’m still awake.
Maybe it’s the heat tonight,
the noise from cars driving fast
on the road not so far
or teenagers talking loud,
having small party in the back yard.
Crooked intuition doesn’t leave me
in soothing thoughts.
One hard slap and the truth is said
with voice that rocks.
It’s the forbidden scent of his
that I earlier inhaled.
It’s the starry feeling in my stomach
when he first spoke to me.
It’s the smile, tempting me,
inviting me in sin to disappear.
Ever since the sun went down,
leaving red trace on the sky,
I’m sitting on the sand,
looking at the distance drawing hope,
thinking of what trace
his words left inside of me.
© 2010 Broken Sparkles