Burned

red morning gibbous
moon beyond scudding smoke drift
burnt-out pumpkin heart

...

Bridge of Thighs

firm smooth
effortless form
under my fingers

velvet resonance
ancient energy
under my palm

igniting electric storms of confusion
under my skull

...

Missing

run hard
try hard
avoid ...soft
rust welded memories
chased by the ache
of a thousand phantom limbs

I guess it's time to start exercising the bits of me I've been neglecting.  Expect more bad poetry to come..

- Nancy