fly
the trailing embers
of night
taken in a swirl
of the up drafting heat
and hurled
in the unofficial
hurried and slow
disengagement of space
that dwindle tome
the pages stuck
with phosphorous or water
burning like passion
or slick and smooth
silk met skin
and tan comfort swam
like the perch
deadly sure
with fangs outspoke
there is apple
here is sweet
for long as known
or long to meet
the sand is sure
sure enough my
dawn is a tardy guest
where the dark shades whirl
capped and cloaked
like silver nails
the intruding glint of cold
that froze the hearth
where oft others shone
and the sheezzzzeeee of spokes
extending from rubber teeth
gripping sure
the path from here
leads to a door
and surely if all night i led
this new dawn greets my bed

Good Write!

ditto

Good to see you Tanner! Nice write!

I liked it. Enjoyed it.

Jimmy