Imagine

This poem

Is like

My fingertips

In words

Dancing across

Your ribcage

As you

Are sleeping

My minds

Whispering pleasure

Of things

I imagine

To be

One thing

Despite their

Being another

FlatVsRound

It takes but one

Stone whether it be

Flat or round to

Cause something to change

The stone is the

Cause and its shape

Is its effect flat

Causes ripples as it

Skims where as round

Causes landslides and avalanches

Flat is akin to

Lying a calculated entertainment

Whereas round is akin

To truth causing abject

Destruction and also cleansing

In its roaring wake

Cave

It is in silence

When the absence of

Love roars its loudest

A cacophony of solitude

Echoing thundering but still

A deep dark stillness

Like a moist cave

Tunneled deep into mountains

There for one thing

Only to hide from

The monsters and beasts

Of my bad decisions

Staving off the hunger

Of loneliness and desperation

Overcoat

I do know who

And I know why

What I don’t know

Is where and when

Much like the fall

Knows that winter comes

But not knowing when

It readies itself by

Shedding summers last hurrah

As I too remove

The last summer romance

Donning my solace’s overcoat

Fireflies

Love is like a

Firefly that we capture

With the hearts net

And that unlike those

In the wild never

Stop flickering until at

Last we eventually do

But they are released

Back into the wild

Flickering again until caught

Illuminating someone else’s heart