CArP

An yak remains from the beer-goggled twilight,

A light wind came past, like a panda breaking wind.

Buried in the sand, a solitary eye stuck out.

It was materializing itself--it had no choice

"Holy flying dictator, Batman!" it said swiftly

Inspired by One Single Impression - Prompt #52: Twilight

...

twilight

last rays

of dying day

garner neither

warmth nor comfort

emptiness and loss

fill dull lit 

soot/grey

bone dry sorrow

promises of 

newly minted dawn

coax weariness to

hope

inspired by One Single Impression - Prompt 52: Twilight

...

hold out

hold my hand now

breathe long

don't hold in

hold out

let your mind stop 

right at the point 

where your breath 

turns back in

the point where 

our lips meet 

at every breath

breath flows into you

my lips press yours

working shared saliva

no stopping point 

as the air turns 

from in to out 

just a smooth turn 

through 180 degrees

 

in unison

air expelled from 

deep inside mixes, flows

against your cheek

through your hair

our tongues mesh and squirm

the last scintilla of air is expelled 

to dance the universe joined forever 

our lips part

momentarily the world stops

in anticipation of our next breath

...

air canon

oxygen-fire

birth

breath-lungs

blue

lift-wings

flight

lift/breath/oxygen

life/birth/flight

lungs/blue/wings

lift lifes lungs

blue breathed birth

ox winged fly

...

closer

we fold the planet

with our words

bending time

with gravity

of our warm bodies

changing probabilities

within our orbit

blending our skin

with the gravity

of time

we create

oceans of possibility

...

dinner

biting into

plump green

roasted halkidikis

olives

the firmness of

taut flesh

gives way to

salty oily crazy sensuality

...

hats

each day

i wear many hats

for each role i play

my dog only

has his dog hat

yet he is unconflicted

...