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New-Age Guitarist We sit across from each other, you and I, in a little café. In the outskirts of Old Port. A new-age guitarist jerks at the strings trying to impress us with his musicality. Aging hands wrap around the black coffee before you while I stir a mocha latté. Split Second Desires I watch the way you stare at me; fierce brown eyes gazing taking my every curve into your mind. I can't help but smile thinking of weathered hands gliding over creamy white skin. Religion Religion isn’t just about God or gods. It isn’t Sunday morning pep talks or inhaling incense until your nose burns. It isn’t raging river baptisms or ceremonies to induct Goths into cults. Twilight The horizon is masked by vivid shades, cerulean and violet, together, paint on paper. Birds twitter tucking young into wood and red yarn nests throughout the leaf-laden forest. Separation by Tar On my left birch trees wait nervously, swaying in unison to the wind’s lonesome serenade. Dressed to the nines in silvery white sleeves and black shadow tuxedoes, they stand waiting for a partner under a sparkling disco ball of moonlight. Dandelions in June They come, secret little buggers. Tiny pods a first, dark green and blending in. They sit and wait, for each pod to push up out of the dirt while you are unsuspecting.