Megan Cahill    1991 -      Feb 28, 2011  He showed himself
today; A trespasser on the land where leaves reign. The morning
sun proved his Achilles heel, In the space where my inner soul
And the outside world collide. “I can see you.” The words are a
dance - Hot chocolate and cotton-candy, Swirling sluggishly
together in sweet adoration; He melts at the exposure. And at
the tip of her engine roaring lips Heat divulged his truth,
young and bare – The David fighting the Goliath air. Surrender
your almond sun skin and Forfeit the strawberries in your hair.
He feasts and diminishes, With no appreciation for the warmth,
But coal coated shame burning into ash As bloodied juices dangle
in anguish. The calendar vigorously holds deep, intrepid
letters: “Beyond the Autumn lines, Winter quivers with fear.”
Sealed lips savor their secret: Winter just trespassed here.
All rights to this poem belong to the author. Feb 28, 2011  From
oil ridden eyes fall soft, polluted tears. A small fawn weeps
for a mother but Mother neve