Cold Blood

Serpentine,

Emerald green,

With ruby lips

For forked-tongue kisses.

Slyther in,

Smoothest of skin,

To taste the breath

Of a peaceless rest.

Venomous

And pleasure-less.

Teeth through the vein,

Blood chilling, in pain.

Spasming

While raveling,

Widen the gums

For warm-blooded lungs.

Sacrifice

A willing life

In desperate love

With your cold blood.

A Whale’s Song

A resonating moan

From the impenetrable depths

Of frigid blind ocean

Calls warmly.

In submerged gloom,

Glutinous and suffocating,

It solemnly sings

Its name.

Weathered and ancient,

Surviving in such remoteness,

The Whale’s cry penetrates

Through dread.

Sinking in mystery

Closing in and around,

That mellifluent tone

Stilling hearts.

Gallons of pressure

Perpetually pushing down

Merely perpetuate flight

For this giant.

Further descending

Into darkness obscure,

A resonating wail

Sings hello.

 

 

 

Kennel Lullaby

Philosophic curios

Inspire as much as they distract.

12 degrees Fahrenheit

A sapping chill in the stale air.

Lack of sleep

In tandem with vitamin deficiencies.

Perfected poverty,

Enamored with the beautiful and the cruel.

 

Sleep, my love

Let not your heart be troubled.

Sleep, sweet one,

Think not of days to come.

Fall, falling deep

Below the tempestuous waves of worry.

Falling into sleep

Beneath the surface of your anxious storms.

Feel, not think,

The gentle rhythms pervading your chest.

Feeling, just feeling,

Warmth and rest and nothing more.

Sleep, precious one,

Webs of shadow enwrap your soul.

Precious, precious sleep.

Nothing matters, not at all.

 

Rest now in the darkest deep,

Wrapped snuggly under boughs

Of thickest willows.

The garden of shadows,

Welcoming you in open arms

To slumber and to hide.