scarlet winter

memories shrouded
in sandstorm and hurricane
forecast: light drizzle

fog covered mirror
displays only an outline;
shadowed eyes and lips

inland seam measures
roughly fifty feet across
with an unknown depth

quiet eyes betray
twisted limbs, ancient instinct
an outpour of us

oh, little flower
drifting away on life's stream
won't you bloom once more?

cerulean glow
of eventide revealing
lightning in a jar

metamorphic bones
hewn into fossil strata
remembrance entombed

deadpan moonlit breath
a shuffle in the sheets; she's
so distantly close

bowie knife blisters
heated edge held to the palm
replenishing touch

gift of the orchard

oh, sweetly sour sensation

oof ouch my mouth hurts

another night of basking in a dream
sightless silence slipping in between

asunder, the sound;
gilded gears grinding in greed
are aptly parted

a blank book beckoning;
vacant verses vexing me

starlight's winking eyes
sunswept clouds shadow the moon
creeping tides arise

nest these weathered bones
though flesh and feathers have flown
heart and head now rest

shattered space in the cupboard lingers
dust and ashes; both dead ringers