Jitters
With trepidation
I plant a kiss on your lips
Hoping it takes root
With trepidation
I plant a kiss on your lips
Hoping it takes root
All this cheap bourbon
Can’t help me forget the blood
I just can’t wash off
Lightning bugs at dusk
Their glow, a beacon for those
Seeking simpler times
Through the morning mist
A wading crane, motionless
Suddenly takes flight
Darkness enshrouds me
While subtle forces gently
Send me toward the light
Rolling through the night
The rhythm of the train tracks
Rocking us to sleep
A young man’s eyes see
The lined face and greying hair
Looking back at me
The arc of her back
Revealed in alabaster
Carved by the moonlight
Rising from my tea
White threads of heady vapor
Clear the dross of sleep
Dusk in the forest
Eerie tendrils of blue light
Draw me in deeper