A snake is a snake

It slithers up my toenails,Its scales sinking deep,I wish to close my eyes and rest,But it doesn’t let me sleep. In its reptilian eyes I see,That paining, burning sin,Of feeling for your lying smile,Now it slithers to my skin. I regret having met it not,But I regret what I must do,To give it all the…

Cosmic dust- an ekphrasis

Touch thisDark melancholy,With those paleFingertips.Whisper the wordsOf silence,With yourSanguine ruby lips. Bring colourTo the darkness,Greens, yellows,Reds and strands.Touch this voidOf vacuum,With yourGentle, healing hands. And in your eyesHold the stars,But, there’s no needTo rehearse.Let’s fall and riseLike cosmic dust,Cause we’re the universe.

Dead storms, mornings bright ft. Tanka

The storm is all dead, Instantaneously gone, Shattered by the winds: Broken glass in lucid hands, capturing sun rays alone. ~ for storms will come, and storms will go, but you will make the sun shine bright on yourself with the very things that your storms will break…