Thursday, May 21, 2015

Poetry - Into the Haze

soft fingertips and slip
into the haze
little smiles play chase across my canvas
bubbles of laughter decorating the room
heat rising and unsympathizing
if left unchecked the forest will burn
The fire licks at my toes and legs and thighs and yearns
it consumes
I am through with patience and I
attempt to pace myself
race with myself
I can beat myself
I need this
Quaff now the ambrosia drink and
sleep well,
sweet dreams etched with ink
designed by the think

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