Nothing really to whine about this time
Throwing out your past does wonders for the mind
Almost done dwelling on what doesn’t need to be
Organized stacks of fantasies...clutter free
Premonitions poured from the heart of me
I couldn’t comprehend love til now
Been meaning to burn old written words
and release their content away
The day has come that all of me will allow
the desecration of the unrequited days
dragged too far along in life
because the idea still remained
Stopped loitering on too many side-thoughts
Got caught up with the right train
Been warmer in the cold this time around
These days, I don’t mind rain

Kitchen-hungry red
Ocean-water teal
Blacks bonded together
Stitched and adhered
   contemporarily
Symmetrically
    stacked
  to lay flat
on my kitchen floor
Crimson 50′s clock
quietly going tick-tock
during rests of audio activity
Wrestling with dogs
during the turning of cogs
to unwind pent up energy
The day of rest and solitary conquest
puts me in no hurry to leave this nest
For I appreciate and want to bathe in
everything I have...for now.

Mind attuned and strung
with balanced chords, struck to the
beat of my new stride.

We’re so bad
Partners in crime
Breaking house rules
Ignoring the time

Scheming in the night
Intensity matched
Struck together

a fervency as active
as a constant eruption
filling our lungs with gasps

Keep my hands to yourself
and I’ll keep yours close
Don’t give them back

Reawakened, I kindle this fire
for it is a precious warmth
I will put out if I breathe too deeply

and it’s getting cold out…

Seeking harmony
in one's home is challenging,
though it shouldn't be.

With some grains of salt,
I sprinkle them over your words
and watch them dissolve.