Resistance Touched Her Face

Resistance touched her face
And pressed itself upon her
Like an unwelcome lover
Swirling at her feet
Coiling at her hips
Wrapping its force around her bosom
Brushing the tears from her eyes
The sweat from her brow
And the air from her lungs
As she returned its black embrace
With a kiss and a whisper
A reluctant energy joined an unstoppable pull
As the two opposite motions reconciled
Building intensity upon a forced union
Purified in scorching heat
Cooling the absence of time

Remiel

A powdery white sheen of innocence
Crouched in a dark corner
Cleaning a non-healing wound
Growling with fear
Starved and parched
Wounded by vanity
Ignorance and carelessness
Not his own
Nor by choice
He howls as he struggles
He moans his displeasure
As he comforts his illness
In conversation with shadows

Early Morn

On the crooked teeth of porcelain
Chewing yellow fragments and traffic signs
With glitter at the opening
Dark stains from red wine
Broken glass swirling at the drain
A cool breeze and open blinds
The feet of liberty staggering
Across a dotted line
The light of evening flickering
A household full of chores
The parlors and the boutique shops
Have long since closed their doors
As the streets silently silhouette
The brick and mortar torn

The Motion

At first, he resisted
Struggling for each breath
His arms and his feet
Moved in circles
Against an unrelenting grip
In confusion or submission, perhaps
He attempted to embrace the source
And a connection was made
At the very unkind moment
His motion ceased

The White Death

A mysterious turn of events
Infested the town with sheep
Lambs crowded schoolyards
Ewe blocked the roads
Mutton at every juncture
Halting the busy city flow
"We must shear and eat
Our path to freedom"
The mayor of the town said
"For if we allow the flock
To suffocate our way of life,
We'll be over run and dead!"
With great fear and determination
The town folk fleeced and slaughtered
Feast and tottered
And did not cease until they
Shaved and strangled every single one
At the roast they said grace
Made a toast giving thanks To
God above for sending sheep
And not a giant ape

Seated on a Cloud

Seated at a table on a cloud
Hovering near an edge at the top
Her eyes pierce the approaching onset of fog
Her smile is a contemporary sonnet
Accenting a melody set to high tide
Passionately and rhythmically in her own way
On a cold Winter night
A river to the left; A city to the right
A bottle of fine red wine
Street lights dim as a steady fire burns nearby
Transferring time; Transfixing minds;
Transcending darkness and haze
The light of reason and likeness of minds;
Seal her moonlit lips of virtue
As a new beginning shines

The Mechanism

Turning in both directions
On the slot of a wheel
The cogs move with precision
As the music grows louder
Their chorus whirs and hums
Enchanting an unseen audience
Who delight in the machine
Without fully comprehending
The mechanism that arouses their joy