I can’t think of a thing not to say

the harsh sounds

rip out my throat. ( hoarse gallop)

hazel irises with rusty Saturn rings

surround the pupils

to the unobservant

an eye. ( chameleon guise)

Hearing is silence

in listening

watching the body move. ( sub~language)

Eating words

that fly like missiles

into heart meat. (die, die, my darling)

Softly step

in and among

the lives of all of us. ( fingers and thumbs)

Do not speak  afterwards

of the technicalities  

in sky high memories. (the horror)

The water flows

crisp, clean, clear

from the tap. ( plumb the depths)

Candles are lit

on restaurant tables

for romantic ambiance. ( emergency)

Looking straight ahead

out the windshield

maintaining equilibrium. (sickly sweet)

The weather vane

spins about

when the wind blows. (history)