You were the spider lurking,
dancing in dew drop temptation...

Coffee shops are perfect,
for unexpected events...

Deep night calling, 'tween branches
of twisted rigor-mortise fingers, laced...

Lay me down upon meadows
of broken sunshine, silent...

We have consumed,
mulled over trivial thoughts...

I wish that I could tell it like you do,
because the need to splash color...

I pose, desolate
in a sleepy sun...

Thirst is quenched by ignorance,
segregating tongues from water...

Skeletal dancers,
prancing in catacombs...

Late September
eleven souls fly...

Hopeful thoughts kiss a silhouette goodnight,
ending a somber sunset with a lightening bug...

Pale kisses invited a maiden's fear
Whispers madness, demonic possession...