Apple cinnamon tea
..fragrant with spices...

The colorless boardwalk
of my life runs on...

I exhale murdering judgment
..as newborn angels hover...

I stand in solitude as raindrops
quickly flood my neighborhood...

Light angel hair twirls
twisting with daring wind...

Styrofoam towers stand
as we walk atop lucid waters...

Now and then I break out in song
coloring somber grays...

Promising sunlight streams joyfully in
bathing my skin in rich compassion...

Cream
candlelight...

Finest maidens fear not
your lovers are riding...

I am an ignorant baby dove
catching myself in lying traps...

Black and white ripples dominate
trickling down my arm like deceitful venom...