Sycophancy

The dog who gets beat:
Unworthy, tender, and pitiful.
Waiting for that one soft hand,
For the sweet talk, for a name.
Always there to fetch and fall
With pleading, searching eyes.
Begging for crumbs and
Promising with a cower that
The foul the dog will rectify
If only the blows will halt.
No clinking chains needed for
There are choking binds unseen

Riddle

If you've got it, then you want to share it. If you share it, then you haven't got it.

How is a raven like a writing desk?

What has no middle and no end and no beginning?

Somber/ sombrío

A kiss
A kiss for me
A kiss
A kiss for you
A sad kiss
A kiss
A paper kiss
A cold kiss
No kisses
No more

Abandoned

Golden soft spiraling diadem

Loving the pillow so sweetly.

Breathing in the atmosphere

Of absence and supple whimsy.

Perfume of longing and heat

Stirring heavily like a melody;

A song of fresh, beautiful hands

And purple locks sweeping faintly.

Waiting for the stretching limbs

Of the God of transgressions.

Gripping delirium and dismissing

Forgiveness with a slow nod.

Dimness binds closer to embrace

The vibrant enduring colors

Of blood and blue and bite.

Lost with demons and echoes

And no one’s missing me.

Pick

orb
window
door
soul
judge
well
power
attention
orbit
calm
purpose
watch
fastener
recognition
sight
book
story
source