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

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

Nearing the End of Winter...

As the rain ends, the pockets of earth slip

open, the skin releases its sleep and wonder making

in my pocket I've got a secret

and it only knows it is meant for sun, and the shining, shaking heart

photos by nic*nilla via flikr, poem by Lara