
Delicate
softness
sometimes
leaves
the strongest
impression
on those
that see
the world
in black
and white
sharp angles
and stone

Delicate
softness
sometimes
leaves
the strongest
impression
on those
that see
the world
in black
and white
sharp angles
and stone

Cracked
broken bits
fall from
cracked surfaces
like ice
dropped
to shatter
on hot pavement
and although
no marks
are left behind
something
is lost

Crowded
too many people
crammed together
taking up
all the air
and all the space
so that a reminder
of their presence
lives
in every nook
cranny
and moment
and the peace
of being alone
is lost
even with no one
in sight

Longing
lie down with me
among blades
of grass
and soft mounds
of mossy green
with your fingers
laced in mine
and sip
from my lips
like bees
from the flowers
as we get
grass stains
on our clothes

Subdrop
every sense
and
nerve ending
stretches
far and wide
with sharp tips
and sensitivities
set to high
as stomach coils
and I am lost
to everything
but the feel
of your gaze
upon me
as I ache
inside… and out

Phenomenon
How can
something
so beautiful
look so cold
like icicles
and winter snow
crisp underfoot
at sunset
her rosy cheeks
don’t add
any warmth
to the scene
only color
and confusion