Awkward

It's like a moment stuck in an invisible net -
though honestly
I can't move because concrete boots anchor me to this catastrophe.
Somehow my stomach escapes in this devilish distraction of
smoke bomb muddied thoughts.
Now, you expect me to
focus on the outside world with this chaos?
A spectacle is born.

Insomnia or Sleep Quest

Familiar jittered fatigue - my old friend and frequent visitor.
Occasionally convenient.
Mostly tiring.

A regular journey to unite my heavy limbs and silent brain.
Sporadically arduous.
Rarely conclusive.

Time

He is the monster we chase
and run from until our feet bleed.
He's a wrinkle, link,
increment,
bandaid,
perspective.
We grasp him like the wind and ride gusts
or soar;
a force bolstered or hampered by the burdens he bears.

Vacuum Villains

There are a thousand tiny screaming gnomes living in a box that suck.
They sweep, scramble, gallivant, gather, and work to whisk up all your muck.
Be wary of the mini maniacs running rampant through your house at night;
Plotting, planning, plundering secrets stashed in single socks before first light.

Let Me Lose You

Take a journey past my shoulders, and pause for delights along the way.
Linger especially long on peaks;
find the deepest valleys,
and coax water from stone.

Barefoot in the Grass

One step and thousands of nerves are swimming in a sea of nature's velvet;
this is sublimation through my soles.

Inferno

I said no and pushed away your hand
so your fingers found an innocuous spot
and whispered across my skin.
Trailing tender caresses inch by inch.
Tantalizing,
titillating, 
leaving a speeding pulse in your wake and an all consuming inferno.