by Nicole 12/1/12
split ends
dancing intrigue
making the thing – swing!
sugar inside out; pout
taken without, coffee ridiculed in the room with tea, c. nothing
completely woven only chosen
typing fingers wearing clothing to keep warm
finding a home,
awkward moments; a buzz.
sandals full of dirt
the beach is less filthy today
water’s high, the color moonlight glow
the writer’s mind – thoughtfully prepared.
spoken well, then without shame
who came? what went?
the honey’s called into the fog
number three never stands alone
wisdom only seeks two
paragraph’s raw
the keyboard lit up now
out of the shadows for the holidays
however, why do we celebrate Christmas?