scintillating scarlet
shimmer of sunset
drowning gold radiance
in unfurling roses
highlights of rubies
coral, carnelians

"Hey, babe, the taxi will be here in five minutes. No more poetry for two weeks. Copenhagen, here we come."

"Yeah, I need a break, Bertha. I've run dry of ideas anyway."

"You'll have plenty of material when we return."

"God, I love you. I can't wait to get to the hotel room."

"Snap!"

"Logging out... now."

In the sallow sea of sable ink
that breaks upon my splintered prow,
fire beacon’s beam a-lightly winks
and casts gold light upon my brow.

I see a man walk on the swells
and wave to me through sheets of sleet,
his silver voice a tolling bell
that beckons me to take the leap.

His shining rope crests upon the waves
that rend my vessel in tempest flares:
Across black brine the lifeline sways —
My callused hand will take its dare

to grasp the line that more life gives
and feel its pull to once more live.

that is my heart you're peddling
that is my heart you're pedaling

Grey clouds gathered that day;
the boy was forced to be a man.

heart beat of the sky
crescent moon shining above
benevolent shines