Rainbows sprinkle hope
transparent kisses are felt...

Ten twenty pm-
laid my pen to rest...

I ache with his silence,
feeling...

Black coal sizzles
upon rocks of uneven...

I gaze and see visions
dancing before my soul...

Iris pools filled burgundy lips
with bitter taste of summer salt...

Poetic emotion,
grasping strength...

Few years back,
my brain mated...

He lost his
Shelia, upon a crisp...

I wish to soak the darkness of an eerie past
within champagne, as my sorrow floats around...

Tapping out syllabic rituals
crossing words that mix and match...

Different but same, you can see
pine cones, acorns falling from trees...