Caleb Dorsey is a writer with many stories. He will share them in due time.
The Hike
By Caleb Dorsey
Twisted
A splintered spinal wreckage
Made of stone, decay, and earth
Up
The rain quenches the veins
To burst autumnal vibrance
Treachery
Deceptive green beauty clings
Soft and deadly slick
Summit
Sweaty peaks and peeks
Through trees and winded breath
Stone
Rounded rocks tower low
Assuaging weary lovers
Lips
The young girls’ love
Exploring tongues speak not for men
Mine
The beauty runs ahead
To capture all she drowns by being
Shelter
Quaint stones and bones
Rest landscaped meticulously so
Theft
Garden fences move
For lawless Love of onions fresh
Gone
Thick dill fills the air
A ghost scent gifts confusion
Feast
Rust red flesh and nuts
A single savory chocolate just for her
Light
A fleeting show before us
Silver pink and blue and gone
Love
The kiss and soft caress
Of skin, so cold beneath her shirt
Chain
No longer pulls in darkness
As the fear sets in
A splintered spinal wreckage
Made of stone, decay, and earth
Up
The rain quenches the veins
To burst autumnal vibrance
Treachery
Deceptive green beauty clings
Soft and deadly slick
Summit
Sweaty peaks and peeks
Through trees and winded breath
Stone
Rounded rocks tower low
Assuaging weary lovers
Lips
The young girls’ love
Exploring tongues speak not for men
Mine
The beauty runs ahead
To capture all she drowns by being
Shelter
Quaint stones and bones
Rest landscaped meticulously so
Theft
Garden fences move
For lawless Love of onions fresh
Gone
Thick dill fills the air
A ghost scent gifts confusion
Feast
Rust red flesh and nuts
A single savory chocolate just for her
Light
A fleeting show before us
Silver pink and blue and gone
Love
The kiss and soft caress
Of skin, so cold beneath her shirt
Chain
No longer pulls in darkness
As the fear sets in
