Cinnamon

***

Cinnamon is in your blood,

like a hint of madness, turned

sexy.

Do you remember the time we drove passed

the red rocks and into the trees--

loving you

was all I needed

And hints of you now,

in the sheets

on the back patio- wind

and your name

inside

my tongue

forever.

-Lara Coscia


Mystic Morocco, time on your side, forecast

To my Beloved

{Poem to Myself on Valentine's Day}

I must admit it was a surprise, I never expected it to be you--

and yet time's passed-- some have come and gone

but here you are, yes you.

And so I declare, I will love you with truth,

and in times of changing too

for you are the most important love,

never alone, no

rather anew.

Let your hair down and get wild! Even if alone in the kitchen with some rose petals and a vintage dress just for you...

Write yourself a love poem, will you?

A Fairy in My Kitchen, Murat Sayginer

I Just Can't Get Over You...

Whenever a bad day would hit, you were there

always near- holding my face to yours

The world, and all its waving daisies were working for the moment

our hearts calm and warm...

I miss you-

more than you dare know

and I love you.
Here from this empty bed
with all its restless hands and sleep.

images by nic*nilla via flikr

Reminisce...

The apricot tree has blossomed

and yet I am shifty, like water pulling against itself

bring me home some dried branches, and love me

until the milk and sugar are gone,

until the bed is empty and white.

top photo and poetry by Lara, other photos by nic*nilla