The Moth
up and down
they flap,
creating
tiny pockets of
wind waves
on either side of
a tiny body,
off the window
ledge it falls
defeated by an
unchallenged
attempt.
Life Together
we live in separate worlds
set firmly against the center
points of our peculiarities,
we routinely argue and
offer isolated looks at
each other's temperaments,
patience rules our courage.
Discourse
she smiles and her eyes float
a message in my direction,
moist lips... tantalizing
in their appearance,
slight parted
sensuously inviting
pull at me,
mentally disrobing my
imagination next to her lying.
Reunion
and the rain falls
quietly...
gently...
a mysterious reunion,
the ground swims
in its memory
opening its appetite.
Pretense
our tired eyes
like a clown's
are painted on,
kept in a box
on the shelf,
a magical pretense
in its implications,
a neutral,
safe side
of awareness.
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