jonnyeffinb

A lover's breast upon her chest,
An embrace--a kiss.
What can be found?
It's never missed.
A quarreling within-
Manifest doubt.
Emotions never rest.
Words flow,
and search for rythm.
A calculation;
Algebra is Arabic.
Nonsense sputters,
An ambition falters.
Ambient glow,
it's glowing.
A shot of whiskey,
On the tongue;
Like hot silk.
Burrying or retrieving?
A haunting echo of the dream,
Hands reach out to form and clench,
Whispers leak from its grasp.
A fabric made of brittle clay,
Torn and broken:
But not this day.
Soldering the glass pieces
to form a thing,
Out of wisdom,
this thing is crafted.
The forger forges,
Hot iron and ice.
The solid real touches meat,
And the sloucher stands,
Contact: ground to feet.
What is this buzzing?
This humming?
This shade of sound?
Friction burns,
its kinetic form,
Movement is slow.
Yes, churns rhymes with burns.
A free falling and free falling,
The words are moving.
The words are falling,
The movement's moving.
kata eimi?