Maybe twilight time
Is a small slice of heaven
Seeping through the cracks

Unexpected things
Sound of a frog leaping in
Love's stab of a heart

© 2017 Jim Davis

lover, melt my kiss
like mist drifting from the sea
on the tide's dark leaves.

Monosyllabic
Is a five-syllable word
How ironic right?

shot in the dark,
stumbling trepidation as
phantom bullets pierce.

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bending and reaching
in the sunshine and fresh air
she hangs up the clothes

And I want to tell her that I understand
what it feels like to be fake, insignificant,
and a shadow on the sidewalk of society.

And I want to tell her that I also borrow
the experiences of others --
that I, too, learn feelings
by stopping and staring at personal wreckage,
like a tourist of emotions,
like an inevitable wish of a human being.