I am

By Kelly Grace Thomas

 

I am a breaking wave,

a midnight rant of front porch providence.

Small town secrets hold lustful tongues.

Somewhere between psychology and philosophy

some one left the door open.

 

Today I make the bed.

I am an unfinished painting,

looking for the direction in each shade of emotion.

You can finding me slowing dancing with the blue and greens of want.

 

I am the fallen leaf of autumn,

this seasonal seduction of golden glow

lights fires piled with implication.

 

Burn with me,

become part of the earth once more.