Warm honey, sprinkled with moonlight

Hearts, drink love in hungry gulps,

breath, kiss, and caress, quicken 

sparkling needles dance inside fingers,

summer breezes float sweetly in warm night air.

Sand scatters on times shore,

wipes smooth under oceans of passion,

surrendered souls rise like storm clouds,

rain and lightning, blast an orchestral symphony.

Sunlight spills, free and loose into the morning,

a warm orange and yellow embrace follows,

blue shadows of swaying trees in moonlight,

Hearts twist together like roots and soil.

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert


Whoa Baby! Wait a second…

“Hey baby, how you doin’?”


“Baby?  Excuse me?”


“I just saw, from over there, wow! A beautiful,  interesting… ”


“Look buddy, when you say ‘baby’ what are you implying?  What you will leave me with?  What my social status is?  Helpless and fully dependent on you, the man?”


“Wow, I just came over here to ask out…”


“Well, you asked… now go away, you guys are all the same.”


“All the same, really?”
“Yes.  You want to hunt, and harvest a woman, then once you get what you want, you are gone.  I am a woman, and I don’t need some loser drooling all over me.  I make over one hundred thousand in a year.  I don’t need you.”


“Alright, I see that some guy, somewhere in the past, messed you up good.  Why should I have to pay for that?  Could it be possible, that a guy finds a girl, they both are messed up, they both have pasts, but love and commitment may just be able to be measured by how much they are willing to change and sacrifice for each other?  I find that notion very romantic.”


“What’s your name?”


“Michael.  What your friends name?  I came over here to ask her out.”