poetry

when I step into the spotlight

when I step into the spotlight
the world disappears
it’s just you and me
free from any fears
the song builds soft
swelling with simmering desire
rushing toward the spark
aching to be the fire
even in the spotlight
I can feel your eyes on me
this song is just for you
for setting my heart free

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yesterday morning’s fog

When I started my walk yesterday, it was mostly clear. By the time I got to work, the fog had rolled in from somewhere. Crazy, right?

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