Saturday, April 2, 2011


With eyes like leaves 
I gaze into the indifferent darkness,
moonlight and vines 
spattering the room in wanton shadows
I peer intently at the dark places, 
appreciating the mystery of grace
in solitary watchfulness
Silence purls around my feet, healing, soothing
Clearly glimpsing
the sensual distance of expectancy.
Outrage and intensity cooled to dusky trails 
on my cheeks as I
Tranquilly commence 
The darkness swirls with 
the damp baptism of sovereignty.

(Today's prompt: Write a poem using the titles of three books in one's poem.)

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