open me daring vixen
my door is heavy and your arms are sore
if it were easy
it could be any one
whose pain moves me

cunning darling
paint yourself
a corner of unreachable darkness
of healing emptiness
growing in strength

emergent pupa
energized antennae vacillate expectantly
curb feelers
sense the chemicals of the city
just outside

under twinkling nightlight
halogen lamps glisten
couples shimmer in conversation
it's 11:30 PM when excitement awakens in the city

no stars tonight
great anvils billow high
full of water stones
rising thirty thousand feet
they beat the ground
melting on everyone

cunning happiness and suffering

Thoughts

Under the night shade
the evening flutters
through winking
facades turning.
Off to on and bending.
Neon and three quarter.
No more this crys.

what wonderful images H- very nice

thanks Sadie, Pam, Bill, Def03

Niceeeeeeeee! {{{slow}}}

good write

nice s1ow

wow...