chiaroscuro

Wishing for a summer sky Drizzled misery in a shower of silver No one sees the black eyes Watching their feet plod onwards A scarf bound neck Cold hands Open lips     A forgotten name The tired sky creeps above Weary people trying to live The sun sighs with them Waiting to sink below the horizon Haunted shaking of chia seeds Floating clothes Pink and and white peonies Ivory soap like the gleam of the pearl The world spins on an axle The blood in our veins courses We live our lives in a constant rush Even when standing still.

Rich ruby red running 'round her dyed palms Filling fingers with fine flinty filigree Entangling her, entrancing her, ensorcelling her For making blood is easier than making love I saw a golden face in a sea of white Sparkling like some sort of divine ghouls I called out for them, for maybe we can be friends But all they do is cackle, and then vanish If a hand holds another, and then let go Are they still holding hands? No one really knows unless they had once held a hand And then had to let go Swooping hand in a bold script Marching across a dotted line We could've done this easily But you just had to press the case A murky sky and a grumpy cat She sat curled in a sodden pile But then he invited her in to a warm house And now she's dry and purring

I've got that race in my blood Wishing for a marathon Heart pumping fierce unadulterated surging forward on pointed toes Gleeful eyes, crazed eyes a little too wild for their tastes But I've got the playing cards in my hands Red and black and mine So I guess I'll play along Games can be fun when you know what you're doing.