Radiance
Laughter:
bubbles of mirth
rising up from my heart
as a smile and a light behind
my eyes.
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Dependency
Addict,
under your skin
there’s a burning hunger
for something you could damn well do
without.
Potential
Dreaming
of verdancy
in a little brown cage;
waiting to dig into the earth
and grow.
A winding road runs true
They say
cruel and terrible things about
the people that I love
but I’m not strange:
I’m me.
Conflagration
Baby,
I’m burning up.
Look what you’ve done to me –
reduced to no more than a beast
in rut
commanded by intense feelings
screaming at me to thrust,
to satisfy
that heat.
Feathertips
Your hands
gently tracing
my face, my neck, my arms
before encircling my waist and
my heart.
Hovering over the phone
Waiting,
with bated breath,
to find out if you will
return my attention, feelings,
or call.
The sky is falling!
Prophets
and doomsayers
herald the end of days
or, perhaps, just another false
future.
Cheers
Party:
plenty of food,
games involving liquor,
and sharing stories with old friends
and new.
Rocket’s red glare
Nation,
born of fire,
remembers its birthday
with a shining festival of
fire.
A (wise) man of two faces 