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The warmth of the night, the insect sounds, and the thought of getting nibbled to death by mozzies causes tumultuous thoughts to stir as the stroll becomes a serious walking affair.
Sick of the still and quiet home, a walk seemed like a good idea. Now it’s time to go home.
The drums move,
one, two, one, two
as if she feels the vibrations.
A shroud for her soft bones,
yet they cannot feel her anymore.
Moorish grey clouds weep tears
as they step and move in time.
At the pyre, the drums beat loud
as they dance and sing for her.
Wavelets move.
I’m home now, she tells the sea.
A wavelet splashes her feet.
Is that your answer, she whispers.
The wavelet doesn’t touch her feet.
Looking to the lunar sky as light touches the sea surface, she asks the sea if it’s the moon.
A wavelet touches her feet.
the weight of time upon young skin
how gravity ages us
she thinks about youth and beauty
it’s all she knows
then time passes her by in years
she’s old now
youth went too fast
alone
Through misty rain,
in the grey light of day,
I see you clearly.
cherry scents from bright red lips
fill
his coffee head with sweet thoughts.
cold winds calmly move about,
as
spring decides it’s time to let go.
coral dresses leave his heart lost
and
ready for whatever the day holds.
chocolate leg whiffs taste so good,
as
he takes this spring breath of the day.
A meeting in the backyard.
The bunny hops towards the smug ginger cat.
The cat takes a step forward, and the bunny remains steadfast.
The cat takes another step forward, ready to fight; the indomitable bunny hops over the cat, turns back, and giggles.
Le Chat is known internationally for decadent pastries and desserts.
Little do the customers know that the chefs and their staff consist of aliens with a hive mind.
Their planet no longer grows sugar cane and strawberries, so they invaded Earth for sugar and sweets.
hypnotic snowflakes
a forest shrouded in my
warm winter dreaming
An invitation arrives for a white-tie party at Mr Windson’s chateau.
Flattered, Anna cannot resist the thought of doing something exciting.
On arrival, a man of impeccable manners greets her and says, “Who will you be tonight, the one with the power or the powerless?”
C & K 