When We Were Young
I gaze out, unto the golden sands
A flicker of light dances on the sunlit sea
This is where we came when we were young
Category: black jaguar
The Trodden Path
I have seen it.
A few times before.
Ominous, uncontrite, yet true.
I sought its advise some more
Now
So I have a view now
A look at the morning birds now
The Visitor
Off in the distance
Silhouetted against a starry horizon
Black and ominous.
Looming, yet pleasantly inviting: surreal
A finger pointed to its peak
There it is, right there
High Heels
A slap, a kiss, and worlds collide
On top of the blanket
On an abandoned street
In the dead of winter