The sizzling legs wait for
an infinitesimal pause...
I thought my little mate the blackbird
was being bullied by his flock...
Poets sleep on a cold mountain of longing,
amongst shadows of winter as oceans cry...
Fireflies flitter
Within auras of...
You may just be
burning gas but...
A moon interrupted;
riles the social class...
Sunset oh sunset
you shine in my eyes...
I summon and call thee up
Mighty one of the East...
With each small spec of dew
that lays upon the leaf...
Dearest dande, lions will cry
scorned by a summer's heated kiss...
When I go back home
I long to remember...
Disk of white, like a tusk in the sky
lingers between the canopy...