Dry Water

    Dry…… over nothing not something ……………….. blank look dusty tongue, paper dry underfoot, toes shy away….    ….        ………… too dry. Mind hiding empty fear parched impressions, left here. Falsely still, chalky friction. A void?   Something (forgotten) not nothing…… something rushing, filling, flowing choking not dust but, wet thick

Two Weeks

Two weeks, aeons when succumbing to the insanity of Love. Two weeks of yearning buzz, confused bee’s flutter in the chest while ivy struggles for clear path. Two weeks of living, incomplete, drenched existence stormy child frightened, dying. Meeting oneself on a muddy track, holding back, not holding back. A jungle of a life time