The bleached confetti
Fluttered on by the winds hand...

It was Tuesday when he left me
and Friday when he returned...

Rousing the keys
with her left fingertips...

Chestnut eyes skimmed a crisp page
of the free travel newspaper...

Blushed and porcelain
upon pedestal - today...

Mindful eyes, peer through the glass.
Homes of humble people, it is presumed...

Moon and clock,
converse for hours...

Just like eggshells
within the sea's palm...

Warm milk and nutmeg
swathe around her feet...

There's something
within my sanity...

She stood
arms stretched out...

There is a drum inside me;
it's pulse echoes my...