EMBER
Weary hand finds eleven
Quiet
Save her whisper,
“Closer, ’tis not so late
Let savage winter chill your raging doubts.”
Stoke fading ember emblazoned on it,
I
I am with you
With you now
And I will make you dream again.
Friendship (The Truth of it)
FRIENDSHIP
(The Truth of it)
Finds his rest where day winks glistened beams
robin rocks intoxicating slumber
mischief grin eternal though hushed in dreams.
An eye naught misses, hears from narrow squint
rustling feet tells mister quits there,
blinks his sleepy eye,
journeys to another place.
A Taste of Honey
A TASTE OF HONEY
Titillate
Quiet fingers fondle sleeping cheek
Fires placid pulse pumps rapid pace
Alive
Revive me keep me rising up.
Titillate
Breathing pulsing sultry summer heat
Melts brine to beads then molten streams
Afire
Dire search for nectar’s lair.
Rhythm
Robusto surrenders to first flame casts its cloud to its breeze puff puff suck it down ‘tween my fingers take it down fire in the belly keep on fannin’ fight its fade light its fire hour later feel the shade.