Avocado midnight When everything you see Is a sultry shade of not light Cast in ripe avocado green Avocado toast mornings The rumpled coffee of your hair Avocado “I love you” With a stone of truth somewhere
Avocado furniture From back when folks were groovy Tangy sweet are your kisses Like berry avocado smoothie Avocado morning Before the light blushes sweet You shiver, your skin dimples With an avocado heat
Smooth and creamy on my tongue Tears dried beneath your eyes Avocado making love And avocado sighs
Avocado bruises After he punched you viciously Avocado midnight When you said you had to leave Creamy avocado “I miss you” The words that cut so deep Wedges of avocado In everything that’s green
Cynthia is a 50 something mom to 2 talkative, creative, whirling dervishes. They're not feral. Honest. Just homeschooled. In her free time, Cynthia enjoys being a hot mess whose neuroticism makes excellent song and story fodder.