saturday PM

Cheshire grin
soft sky, blue velvet
that I rub my thoughts against
purring like a cat

.............................

everyone has
their own
point of view

saturday morning notes

pedal
lost in a quick glance
smiles are a slippery slope
time to use the brakes

tome
intimate and slow
my hands caress the pages
and I close the book

greeting
my ears have been closed
to the soft voice of water
whispers of living

exploring the dark

welcome
I take my darkness
and hold it tight in my arms
welding it to skin
.................................
physical pain
it fills every corner, not to ignored
then night slowly becomes
a screaming black hole
and you find yourself
endlessly falling
slowly spiraling
into darkness
of your own
private
hell
...............................
taste
swallow my darkness
and taste the smoke from my soul
a slow crimson fire
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I am just exploring words, and my own psyche
everyone has a darkness
and a light
I want to look at both

not a haiku

the pain has left
but...for the moment
so have the words

late

deserted
awake, pain, again
the night stretched out before me
desolate darkness

sunday view

lens
I am stepping out
beyond your uncertain light
into my prism