All Posts By: Byron McCoy

        In low light of gloam they loved slow, steady, and smooth.  In warmth of bed, to cool of glass, and through finish on floor; they made to ache of morning wake and mood of rising dawn: giving, taking, embracing, breaking, emptying, and filling in surrender and acceptance of the passion; warmth and flood […]

        Back and forth in plant of field, he observed procession of sky-change.  East of sun and light and cathedral clouds shallow-shadowed by lavenders and greys in echelon from south.         North held in blue as clouds arrived in reach and shadow overhead.  With change of sky, he hoped for rain: rain to […]