When A Signal Flares
Paddling through the darkness,
the only noise: when oars splash.
A flicker of fireflies in random patterns,
breaks the silence of my vision--
Crackle, crackle, crackle.
Your face is a beacon lit upon the sky,
as I am nearly swallowed by the ocean's waves,
and your warm tongue glistens in the moonlight,
it's not so far to morning, for this chill to fade.
And then a burst of energy dissipates,
across the sky, and deep into the soil of the earth,
morning lights the souls of the living,
and makes them sing-- --
And somewhere in this picture I've imagined,
is a metaphor for me and you; and the image's
existence in my mind's eye will not be cut down
or burned out, until my death has made it so.
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Please Don't Touch
PoetryPlease Don't Touch is my first self-published book of poetry, written and published originally in 2012. #51 in Poetry, 3 June, 2017 #85 in Poetry, 4 June, 2017 #108 in Poetry, 25 May, 2017 #136 in Poetry, 26 May, 2017 #149 in Poetry, 24 May, 2017 #1...
