true as a hunters full moon can evoke
heat that even the second winter breeze can allow
entering the months we get along with most
making the best of everything
across the abstract collection of choices
some hidden songs, a late night wait, a sign
taking the short road no matter what
even the roads know, you must have too,
ready finding a fight to get through
some tiny tastes that only so many people love
very bright nights make the travel better
only this and the embrace and kiss i have been waiting for
in the split second you might steal a kiss
cannot even begin to describe
each time i pictured this behind my eyes

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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