Contemplation
Lost in Darkness
Sitting on Sunday
Intimate Friends
I sit in the breeze
of sacred silence
where only my thoughts
and myself mingle
we smile
we cry
we hug each other close
intimate friends
who share everything
without reserve
no one can touch
or take away what we share
and some will never know
the secrets we possess
securely in each other
and that
is how we like it
©MidwestFantasy
09/19/2015
She Runs
Naked With Thoughts
Lying in still, sultry summer heat
sounds buzzing
in various tones
songs of flying insects
sweat trickling slowly
down temples
and between breasts
She lay there
naked with nature
and her thoughts
no other human sounds
interrupting
no one else
able to know or hear
her mind
She smiled
indulging in only
her raw self
08/15/2015