Singing birds
The silence was so eventful
The breeze whispered your name
Hopefully,winter leaves
Seeds in concrete
Watered
and trampled
Kisses followed
by  bite marks
A temporary reminder that will soon fade

Lisa


Caught staring with fascination at nothing

blinded by a glimpse

tepid in approach

a slight slouch on the concrete sit

tossing around words in my head that I see fit

my lips  keep moving not knowing what I'm projecting

not a meaningless conversation as  she cracks a smile

my ebon skin with a sudden rash

Not in a rush to return to company but intoxication could prove fatal to this conversation.

The night clouds the skies
The stars blur as I dampen my liver in vines
Idle conversations  just to pass time
My conscience with its eyes closed
Slowly moving into a pit that those who came  before me have filled with spit
Ejecting toxic clouds of smoke  That thicken the  air
I get comfort from giving Smooches to strangers
Sliding my shoes in altramentous floors groin touches  groin
As the acoustic sounds further intoxicate me
I don't yearn for the  thatches
The silence is loud
Irritation to my ears
Intensifies my thoughts