Photograph

Meant to capture a moment , but all I see is a moment created for the sake of a photograph . Why ? Pretend to be happy , thoughtful or uninterested .

Cold feet

Cold feet
Can't you see that I am your cold feet ?
I inspire you to walk in circles
I descended to be your cold feet
And now I am a jester
I add to your cheer
Or perhaps I was from the very beginning .

An ode.

What if I were to tell all, lie bare , next to you , in the afterglow of a verbal orgasm , spent and in a rare moment of clarity . An ode to my narcissistic self perhaps .

Hiatus

The hiatus after the hiatus seems to be waning as the desperate urge to save myself through my written word grows.