No Title-

The sunshine burns a newer day upon my face,
so when I hide my toes in silver snow
it's you who's stretching smiles with these lips.
I unfocus you from my mind's eye
and sense the image wither
like I'm grasping for thin air.

Courtney Roach
January, 2010

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Dance Floor-

Strobe lights might erase the echo
of your thoughts. High and tried
to wither in the midst of bodies
pressed and stretched
against thin air. Kisses stitched
with ecstasy, courageous
and contagious. Laughter
catches fire and ignites the crowded thousands.
Both mute and magnified
your madness clung till dawn.

Courtney Roach
January 14, 2010