Sunset.

Sunsets like this
Spell out your name.
The colors vary
But the feelings are the same.

To be wrapped again
In the warmth of your touch
The subtle glow of amber
Through this quiet, says so much.

The strings you pluck
Guitar on my back
The sweetest squeeze awaits
Come home baby, hurry back!

-Ramona Arena 2015.

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Hush

Hush.
Shhh.
Don’t say a word.

Unless your fingers and tongue
Tell my bare skin what you heard.

So hush.
Quiet.
Don’t you dare speak.

Let tepid pearls of consolidated sweat,
Have us drown in saccharine sheets.

-Ramona Arena 2015.