The Music

It was a moment
when coyotes sang 
their usual chorus –
running with 
freedom
on their backs, over hills

golden from the rays,
no longer emerald by the mist

that carried me into a 
dream state – my breathing
in sync 
with his, our minds
cloud-
floating in a
marshmallow 
sky

even in this tranquil state,
I managed a smile
while 
Frank sang, “Come
dance 
with me”

and so, we gently tapped
and swayed to his rhythm,
embracing like there’s no
tomorrow –
a charmed moment of bliss
that ended in one tender kiss

Lauren Scott © 2018

Winter’s Gift

fireplace

I’m mesmerized by the colors
that dance across your face
as flames carry out a jazz recital
my heartbeat meets their pace

Your eyes penetrate
with a hunger that feeds
You touch me with your thoughts
fulfilling all my needs

Wrap your warmth around me
with soul, body, and mind
and touch my lips so gently
to taste the sweet, sweet wine

© LScott 2013

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