Widows
beauty and horror
entwined around each other
in a spider’s web
–
morning mist-
time passes
red on black
beauty and horror
entwined around each other
in a spider’s web
–
morning mist-
time passes
red on black
the marquee of dreams
in the theatre of my mind
ripe with false promise
–
summer rain-
the blind
desert sands
washing off the day
a trail of discarded clothes
strewn out behind her
–
disturbed reverie-
on my journey
an empty snake skin
one final look back
collar turned up against the
horizontal rain
–
spring peepers-
the rain of snare drums
on the forest floor
a lone egret stands
beneath a spreading chestnut
sheltered from the rain
–
thunder snow-
after images of
white lighting
the heat off your skin
bending the air and making
my resolve waver
–
desert sands-
shimmering water
in the distance
endlessly sifting
the detritus of the day
while sleep eludes me
–
an unkempt sky –
wind driven surf
pounds the shore
melting chips of ice
droplets chase my finger down
the small of your back
–
a distant tor-
morning dew bends
the desert grass
the hum of the road
whispering it’s lullaby
rocking me to sleep
–
empty conch shells-
a rush of warm surf
overcomes me
out of the darkness
a stream of purest light fills
this damaged vessel
–
rising sap-
new buds sprout
from broken branches