Micropoems in the night

Just pieces blowing away on sleep’s impending shadow… [woman – hair] There were sprawling curls like fur Where his previous encounters with them were bald Or slightly spiked Kissed a few days too late after the razor. [woman – hair – addendum] (And he wondered, “smooth like a baby or Forested like a fertile woods?”…

Take It. [poesy]

Take it: My pen, and be enundated no longer with my pedantic, rambling streams; My hands, and suffer no too gentle caress any longer; My tongue, and be seiged with no passionate protests or sharp challenges against safe silence; My body, and harass yourself no more with fantasy of the sweetness of mine Eden’s fruit;…