319.

A generation
of empty faces and hearts
hides between my bones.

318.

Singed fingers too soon
forget the lessons of burns
when the flame beckons.

317.

The moon is casting
its seductive fever down
tonight, all beware.

316.

Your sentimental
heart latches onto the past
to hold day at bay.

315.

The wisps of new blooms
filled the air with their shower
of tender kisses.

314.

Can one call it love
when it comes with that many
provisions and traps?

313.

The serpentine coils
of your back muscles moving
together lures so.