Her eyelids
Gently open
Her dark eyes
Focus
On me
Taken aback
In a split second
I know
She can handle
The full me
I gaze back
Not looking away
Taking in
The deep reservoir
Represented
As I see my
Reflection
In her
We connect
On a level
A dangerous
Exhilarating level
Wanting to know
This creature
To explore
And frolic
Childlike
As we laugh
Tickle
And play
Rick Ellsmore
1.21.19
Feeling cool In my hand Grasping it More tightly A heavy piece Of steel Immediately sending Jolting energy Through my system This visual Bringing out What I clearly Feel inside A day A week A month A year A lifetime Of tumultuous living Clearly seeing Experiencing firsthand The calming Of my Internal water Standing on…
White candle Sitting next To the fire Wick alit Slowly running Pushing tenderly Over the rim Pouring down Onto the Stained wood table Building a Luxurious reservoir Lava running wild Out of the mountain top Pushing onward Slowly oozing Towards the sea Blindly consuming Everything in the path Unaware and focusing On the present movement…
F E A R Dominating in its presence A ghost in the night Grinning incessantly Void of distinction Heavy in person-hood Making aware danger and hazard Shouting in my brain Thieving joy Weighed down while weakness sprouts Suffocating anxiety Controlling every move A pulsating vile coward Living with belief Avoidance would work The grind-thru-it…
Standing She stands Speechless Feet firm Sinking sand All around Dark hair blown Wet curls Dripping residue From the sand-filled wind Waves crashing Blasting forward Tempting her rage To surface Not allowing Anything To slow their Violent progress Her unabating life Hanging Upon this defiant choice The category four Soon to slam Engulfing everything That…
