Wet Paint

Never allow love’s paint to dry. Let it ooze down sweet upon your all, allow the rain to soak and mold it’s skin, in peaceful bliss brought from within. Allow it to pool in conditionless flow, like your blood and mine so entwined. Let it bleed the edges, enrich today, let it drip forevermore at…

Reminder

Piercing your skin Cold-metal pressed Driving deeper Squeezing into place That sharpened lance. Importance hung Displayed for all; Exhibitioned form A reminding gift On brass button’s end. ~ Mark Thompson

Rust-laden

In patience, A swing creaks Gently in the breeze, Rust-laden from playful wear, Longingly waiting for that knowing smile, Your childish spark to overflow Spilling in joyful amaze, Draped in delight, Heart-inspired. You run towards, Simple pleasure excites you, Your approach halted; fears sweep, Rust spells danger you once heard. A child cries.  Pleasure taken…

An ode to a shopping trolley

Spinning, drifting, From side to side. An erratic journey, A challenging ride. One wheel stuck firm Another in shudder, This portable prison Oh god-damned! Needs a rudder! This struggle is real As you twist to and fro, Crashing into the sides Of each aisle, each row. I should have carried out studies When you were…

Tracing Lines

Luscious green Mountain air Timber cabin Maiden fair Sun departs Moon returns He examines She yearns Warming glow Log fire Whisked smiles Known desire Flame flickers Else fades Hands grasp Connections made Breathing work Music spun Lights dim Sacrifice begun Tracing lines Luscious skin Exposed nape Clavicle sin Kisses drape Maiden’s form Awaken her Laying…

Collision

I’d take you to where heaven and hell collide, Where thoughts are dropped and connections ride, And once we’re there where sin begins, We’ll say a prayer to those who win. For what we want is not to race, To climb to shudder; climatic brace. What we want is to have some fun In rhythmic…

Where angels leapt the ground

I walked into a place, a place I never knew, from a place that was pre-wired, in hurt I thought so true; where suffering was so normal, and endurism was the glue into this place, I found myself opened up and brought anew. So in this world I ventured to see through other’s eyes, how…

Slide

Slide metal gleefully. Excitement grows, smiling faces beam.