Happy June Skywatchers

A summer dream

Awakens me

A life of

Sandy toes

And beach dates

A blissful

June evening

Happy Sky Watch all!!

Manifest (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

This is written for O.S.I. This poem comes from a deep, spiritual place.

Bearer of all things good
You manifest like sun
Rising, radiant June
Casting darkness beneath you
I bow in your embrace
Longing to see your face

Color Me June

Hi all,

I discovered an earlier piece of writing among my school work. This short story is entitled Color Me June. I wrote this back in 2005. I enjoyed reading this colorful work on a rainy, March day. Hope you enjoy it as well.

It must be June. Colorful, colorful June. Jesse wrapped between her mother’s legs as she braids her hair piece by piece. Tender locks set in place. Mama finishes and pats her head. Away she goes fluttering like a butterfly and swaying to the beat.

She steps left, steps right. Oh she is a sight to see like the dame dancing in the cool lights of a club, wrapped tightly in her man’s arms. He’s got a suit on like neon lights, beads of sweat on his face. They dance real close, so close that their breath becomes one in that stagnant room. Her dress is a red pepper red, so hot he wants to back away. But her curves have him begging for more.

She bends closer for a kiss. A kiss as bright and hot as her dress. Nearby, the patrons ogle. A little gray creeping in their hair and into their bones. But they remember the hot, steamy Junes of before. With every movement, her curves swing. With every gyration, his pulse quickens. Their lips lock as he moves his hands down like waves gliding over the ocean.

Somewhere June dances as May bows out. It waltzes off to its own curtain call. And colorful, colorful June with its red, green, orange, blue, and purple hues, sways back and forth to the saxophone.

June Jive

She came down with a fever
A case of the June Jive
Heat swept across her brow
Red peppers crushed along her spine
She felt tingly and strutted around bare
Her pink toes melting in the summer air
Her dress was like a butterfly sprouting wings
Off it flew in the wind and swam in the breeze

Naked in the cool stream drifting
Eyes dropping low like sunset
She spotted a fellow sporting fever
His back was brown and perspiring dew
Hot gaze tugged her body like a riverboat
Sailing limbs encircling the summer sun
Lips itching with a case of June Jive
Find a quenchable mate to pass the time