For Certain (day 2867)

I dream of your smell
Though it has been too long
To know for certain I still know
And your long hair
As it feels in my hand
Knowing you’re submitted
Caressing and enjoying;
Your murmur soothing us both.
I can feel a part of me
Waiting inside of you
Not knowing fully
As I know myself fully
Though I enjoy the route
We take to get there,
Your eyes looking back at me
Will know my heart’s beat
As it beats now for you.

Distract Me (day 2865)

I am distracted and disgusted
Trapped inside a ritual
I never knew I’d slipped into.
I woke alarmed,
Spoke slowly,
Yet saw no change becometh.
Then there I was: forgotten,
Within myself: outwardly,
Expecting another to change,
Or not to be,
Or be completely..
And I had nothing for my pain
For it was all consumed
By my distraction
Disgusting me.

Changes (day 2864)

Fires woke and excited the beast
Roaring in a blaze.
Night curling around dark poles
Eyes intently gazed.

Lips so pure; an Angel descended
Lightly touching down
Afraid of nothing, no need to be
As day broke all around.

Visions of a playful glen
Peaceful animals, babbling stream
Walking with a certain gait
Midsummer’s healthiest dream.

That Was Then (day 2863)

If that was then
Then this is by no means the end,
Two wheels rolling
And clouds so clear
Even birds faintly pass between them.

A dollar is gone.
Was it an even game?

A hand that served up
Delicious things, unnamed.
An engine that roared
As it began.

Lucky is every lost soul traveling on;
Full tank and such sweetness of a radio,
Then by two, sun’s beating in
Escaping for a moment into shade.
Watch Clouds and every bird so clear.

That was then and now is the end.

Reality (day 2862)

Sky has turned on me
I awoke to a burning red
Dazzling my imagination
As fire so transfixes thoughts.
Then Rain began
Challenging my scales
Peaceful summer breeze
Turned torrential squeeze.
I closed the book of a window
To still my worried mind
Losing my touch
With Reality’s closest neighbour.

No Love (day 2860)

There had been no love
In each open space
Found on the cobblestones.
No, each open space
Found on the cobblestones
Was toxic
Spit and debris
Dust and grime
That transcribed its years
Onto the closeness to my nose
That I could always see
Though my eyes were held afar.