Price

The price is a secret great for this fate.

The cut runs deep like a canyon; invisible to all but the rain;

The rain can see; maybe that's why be

A never can; that I see

Any other way is too costly by me

So forever I see

Without you and me

It's okay by me

Has to be…

Birdlike

Perched, euphoric observatory at sea.

Light glimmers on peace's eye.

I preen; ease unravels me as berries drop from a breeze toward my open, eager mouth.

I am satisfied.

Burn

Ashes are demise that blows by the wind into circular shows remarking snow flurries on the finest Christmas morning.

How see as coal?

Can you not paint with them?

Is there not power in their bite?

Therefore; I would say…burns turn to ash, turning to the seeing eye's dissection of curiosity's possibilities.

Carry

Torch in my palm; I trace my minds' maps to an exchange.

Blackness and blankness; my trance now.

Dreams do filter the torch; always…as a tool; warning; sign; symbol…

Smack the source! Shake til' not.

End.

Compensations

To turn your neck; to see the world in a vivacious myth's lens.

To dance; to freeze and make love to the velvet covers.

To fly; to be driven as a nail; grounded on all fours as creatures be; learning innocence lost.

To procreate; to not; to love alone; unbreakable and forever bonded to memories that solely remain.

To stay awake; to drift away any hour; into a land like Nod; where you be until you can freely see.

Strike

Stun with dancing fans eloquent longing.

Give that sting; sear into the seeing flesh via the seeing palm.

Shaken; not stirred.

Leave; darkness protrudes and overtakes a schedule in their soil.

A plot where we were once a seed; belonging to a rose. It was snow white; but it's thorns outgrew it's bloom.

Array

Plumage in eyes that seek food.

Stalked and altered. Thrown down; beauty's bite!

This starburst home where palms do see; sooo envelopes thee.

To lose your soul in these violent delights produces you as ashes true.

Face those faces again? Skin unveils armor which no thing can pierce again.

No beauty; no eye; no touch; no torch; no soul; and above all…no love.