Articles in this series
Like a ship -
at the bottom of the sea.
A scene of forgotten debris;
by the pressure
of the cerulean expanse,
For Stellah · You are my dear, decadent desert,
My summer-thyme delight; Starlight.
Tonight’s your night, for you I write.
Radiant glow, fuzzed herbal...
It's been so many a day,
we last laid gaze on our face.
Yours as mine to see,
Mine as yours to share
Without a care, laughing...
Beauty wears a short, black dress of olive silk skin.
She lies poised on the couch, drained of her special sleep.
Yet still, light pours His fingers...
Haiku · water-slicked concrete
won't deter the idiots
from Snapchat selfies
said the Thing alone in his head
“how many steps must i stay ahead
of fear and self-doubt
lest they figure me out
and peel the skin I’ve twice shed?”