this way

Acquiescent air inhaled,
a brisk token of relief
for safely making it across
duplicitously thin ice.

To the coy forest ahead,
with its snow-tipped evergreens
bashfully swaying in the wind,
sheepishly stepping onward.

Fall, Again

Tiny orange kites' cords cut,

now ritually descending down,

from ligneous attachment,

to the soon-frosting ground,

but wondering

if they are even allowed.

Tongueless Mouth.

Pointed rainbow teeth
gnashing a delicate
glass sundae.

Gums bleed
maroon doubt,
a yearning trickle
of dissolved excitement.

Swallowing,
choking,
coughing up regret.
For a taste that it
could never actually get.

Like You Died.

This silent sleeper,
guarded by the family,
until called upon.

Waiting for its moment
to rise
with glory
and make everything
right.

Protection with wits
learned in an abyss
applicable to a few
critical situations.

For now it slumbers,
though,
until crisis or,
an awakening love
rouses.

Cadence

Kneeling near a foggy pond
tossing pebbles,
watching the ripples.
 
He hopes the tiny waves
reach the other side,
through the mist,
where he cannot see.

Ever since one watery wrinkle
found its way to him,
he does this,
waiting.

Death on Revival

In the decency of a corner when
some siphoning lemon light
drains dreams
I thought were forgotten.

Death on revival, though,
births an acceptance
of what was already
long gone.

Perhaps.

Overrun.

Static veers toward
this epicenter,
prickling.

Washes away, this everlasting rain,
the blood from my exposed,
knotted heart.

In the street,
helpless.
 
Unseen in an intersection.

Emerald light fills my eyes.