trapped within an image
a secret fountain of knowledge
she seeks her own level,
a painted dreamscape
her compassion swells inside her morning
she searches aimlessly
a lost innocence returns momentarily
standing absorbed in her routine
the day begins its complexion
a communion felt without purpose.
Natural Instincts
we hold onto our fragile existence
with excuses and postponements,
we are delivered like the mail,
our parts form completeness and
between visits twice searching for
an open field like birds of prey,
scalded by our own heat
that deep down inside us burns,
an intuitive approach
goes full spectrum with lots
of natural instincts blended
in and among truth and warmth,
southern winds and backwards glances
yield to nature's apparent disbelief,
an uncontrolled response is offered.
Onlookers
beside the full length image of our
passions we stand as onlookers,
carefully protecting our exposure
and the first move to be taken,
small talk assigns our curiosities
awareness prevails on our sense of belonging,
we reach out for mutual aspects of
our hesitant attraction while guarding the
sanctity of the horizon from which we arrived.
Arranged Interpretations
I
we are arranged uniquely
willingly separated by categories,
dress, speech, likes and dislikes...
our moral obligation
confused and reused by our friends.
II
we are interpretations of another's beliefs
guided by our moral acclaim of dignity,
we are not right, wrong, or indifferent,
we are free from speech and words that
tend to always mean more than they say.
Rain Whispers
rain begins and ends our conversation
gentle again the windows it drips down
streaking through the beads that reappear,
on the glass quietly it drops like whispers
and we sit inside, dry, and mesmerized
by its persistence unaware of the unaware
that the rain has violated our solitude.
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