Matter

Purple darkness
pools under my door
and slithers towards me,
Beckoning.

I go to it
Willingly,
and sink into its arms,
And it holds me
as a parent holds a child.

With its cool, placid voice
lapping at my ears,
lulling me to sleep,
I submerge…

and I become
less of myself and more
all at once,
a Liquid state.

Slow Decay

the smell of the Rose

Petals that fall slowly down-

perfumed Tears of silk.

Untitled Soldier Poem (for now)

Bronze cast soldiers marching on,
locked in s y n c o p a t e d beat,
Forever nameless, they’ll become
the supple ground beneath my feet.

Chiseled features bruised by nature
stained and Weathered on their skin,
with all the richness earth can capture,
any man for every Men.

Safe

(assignment: talk about an underappreciated everyday object)

Frustration first,
pleasure second.

Delicate curves
only for the ambitious.

A small loop of security
at the tip of my spine.

Rarities dangle for
the eye’s delight,

But the hollow of my neck
would be naked

Save for the strength
of a slender clasp.

Early Spring

A sea of white-
soft to the touch
of caressing eyes.
Petals light-
weightlessly resting
on delicate extremities.
Fringed with bright-
green seeping,
bleeding out the fingertips.
Wind, come bite-
rouse the air
and shiver the limbs.

Breathe an early frost,
uncurl and impede the branches lissome.

Congeal it at all costs
—the innocence of cherry blossoms.