Mythos anecdote
just on the brink of fiction
evening potion

Berry stained laughter
sipping slowly to savor
breath caught in the chest

Ah, yes, crystal gaze
Cards that fit the palm just so
A spark —brief luminescence

If there is a storm
There, too, are hands catching rain
and the green-eyed girl

That moment the cage
Robs the bird its chance to fly
Ambulance instinct

Feathered wing breathing
Warbled heart monitor song
Gold horizon pulse

Tangerine lover
Citrus at her lips, my lips
Passionate headlock

Tangles her fingers
At my neck with knotted sighs
Auburn cat's cradle

An orange storm cloud
Rises proudly from the horizon
A rain that burns the eyes
The bad god I need
Its altar pierces my chest
“Bow,” it says
My knees buckle beneath the weight of thunder
“Worship,” it demands
I lift my hand skyward and pray
“Live–”
I swallow each protest
every desperate plea for rest
Like hot iron in the throat
Fire in my trembling heart