Dry with bliss.
Sensation without purpose.
Just a near miss.
A peak rising
amongst the clouds.
Sunshine blazing.
Warm sensation.
No acknowledgement
of below.
Vacation from despair.

Not sure what you expected.
Promises made, never lived.
Tell me who I was to you.
Was I just a mirror?
A reflection of your fascination
with your own thought of self.
The glory of you.
Salt air has tarnished my metal.
Your reflection no longer shows.

So sweetly said,
So neatly done.
Just a brushing whisper,
a tender kiss on the ear.
Tilted head,
Hollow and soft.
So studied.
Not mine,
But for another.

Rising and falling
with the gentle bounce
of the wake
from the passing boat.
In the water waiting
for the day to be spent.
Gold warm resting
on my pink cheeks.
Leaning on the float
watching perfect leave
with quiet, brutal
splintering of possibilities.
Nothing gained.
So much lost.
But, it was good.

Didn't expect that
Just inspect the car
Four bad tires
Just looking for a place to park
Ticket.
Leaky pipe
What a bill
Full on love
Low on funds
Making do, but feeling done.
Young and poor,
Still so blessed.
Wisdom's wasted on the old.

Read a story.
Became a path.
Went blind.
Lost my way.
Couldn't read
My way home.
Light slowly came.
But now I working
my way back.
Still a little lost.
A little hungry.
A little thirsty.
Humor may return.

Christian.
So you claim,
Yet you preach finish.
Do you feel justified?
Are you raging with war?
Tell me what makes you mad.
What justifies?
How can you pray for others
so kind?
Then have such hate
without reason.
Tell me, dear friend.