3:00 a.m. Playlist

The muse comes out to play;
tunes stirring up emotions,
reiterating past fixations,
fallacies,
opening old wounds,
but the rhythm is catchy
and the lyrics, familiar.

There is a pattern;
an uncomfortable trend;
a sigh, sinking in the chest,
still grasping on to the dark

when the presence all about you
is light.

Just Ships Passing in the Night

Kindness should not be
a state of mind
or a gesture
based on reciprocation,

but an innate characteristic.

Once A Romantic…

I am thinking
It would be cool
to slam words
like guys play dominos,
boom!
take a stand.

I sashay in, suave,
bitterly passionate,

then fold like a flower,
lines flowing like romance;
soft, subtle,

then all I can articulate
is love.

.

Papillion

Watching colors change
from dim to lucid,
wings extend; flutter,

the beautiful metamorphosis
of you.

A Slight Resemblance

I saw your picture today.
eyes, the same shade of blue
as mine,
high cheekbones,

one brow raised
when you’re thinking,
heart-shaped face,
but a heart that could never
align.
with mine.