Life Rythms

She studied his chiseled cheeks
while he slept,
a low rumble arose with each breath,
the sheets rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

He watched her athletic form from a window
as she ran toward their home,
a steady smack from her shoes arose with each step,
heavy breath panting in and out in a steady rhythm.

They sat together holding each other
watching the river flow before them,
churning waters arose with spring downpours,
embankments dislodging in a collapsing rhythm.

Tryst

Today in the alley, the wind tossing
paper cups kissed bright red, an ally

twisting to blend and dance among brown leaves,
removed evidence of a lover’s quick tryst –

rushing from one of the tall glass towers,
racing to meet his golden flame,

what a dream come true this must have seemed to him,
her waiting lips painted a shade to entice,

her hair slipping out of its knot, wind blown
beauty pitching his heart among the trash.