Seconds

upon the pleading part of time

plaited upon the souvenir stitch seams

left to bleed to write the story

held by the flowers

when the ticking glass shuttered.

forgotten

of the gluing power of space

we pledged never

in ever we will be

plucking seconds feathers

hoping to further our denial.

falling

at sight instance

singing yes before logic protest

we found ourselves intertwined

drawn away off our void

into the vortex of unknown

cupid voted in..

Reaped Heart Purple

I singing my fall

Every time I enter

Watching the clock unwind

To catch my fear in reverse.

Though my tongue

Pledge allegiance to chaos

It spills the heart

At the feet of the one.

Raised in questions

Only flowers petals know to well

Or the tip of the grass

Find tasty when questioned.

Melting at every tongue

Utterance

I wish for the ground to swallow me whole

Yet relief of the chaos waged.

Curious of the answer intended

I pawn my soul

Ready to castle up

Waiting for the purple robe

To grace my side.

Hush Baking

Photo by Anna Tarazevich
 

Humbly

We broke bread in silence

Watching the door 

Hoping to usher in a fresh start

Yet in mind, we knew the truth at hand.

Rinsed out

We bequeathed our past to time

Stripping windows to the house we built

Hearts ransacked with desire

That evaded  the sun

Roasted.

So, we held our feet to the moon

Switching steps hoping to fall on top

Hearing our words escape the room

While we bite on the strawberry tapestry

Pasted on the baker's menu

For sale plastered.

Daring to move in the dark

Swallowed by both our pride

While whispering fear

To the grip of our rod

We marched homebound

Yet puzzled about where home is?

Pawned.