awake at night again
today’s thoughts pass through...
Pillow Talk
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Passing Storm
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Hand-picked blackberries,
zested lemon, sprig of thyme,
let’s make a botanical brew
for me and you.
Thunder cracks, jumps the sky,
rolls above us like a pair of die.
Keep the rocks cold and garnish fresh,
because there’s no way of telling
when the storm will end just yet.