Light, Love

Like something
Jane Austen would’ve wrote,

Dancing around edges,
Flickering, flirting, motion,
Seducing me, drawing me
Closer than I should;

Then I would dare if I were
Rational. But that mind
Sleeps on the edge of
Where darkness meets
Light.

Sunlight’s Healing

Sunlight cleansed skin,
Soul lightened by warmed bones.
Aches relieved by summer’s
Healing grasp, misery
Vaporized, floating
Along the wind.