Mainly to collect them in a place easily accessible...
Pride
This table's getting no lighter.
My back's youth escaping,
strength fleeing with each drop of sweat
from a polished, glistening forehead.
More elusive than the air my lungs reach for.
We have much in common,
this recalcitrant doorknob and I
Both shimmering with each others reflection
Both in need of a hand.
Fire Hazards
Embers burn, crackling and popping
thin air turning chock full with smoke
thickening, until it is deaf to both pulse and heartbeat
The tighter held on to
the more rapid the suffocation,
rustling leaves and curious eyes of fawn will only watch you engulfed
as love is an ember that burns too brightly to hold so close
Dirty Windows
Grassroots advocates, Girl scout apprentices
Jehova's witnesses, Fedex delivery men
all approaching, tresspassing, soliciting
peering into smudged, dirty windows
corners being digested by cobwebs
freckled with dust and neglect
Stained forgotten shutters hang from rusty nails
isolated and embraced by
window cleaners atop scaffolds working tirelessly
to clean windows vacant of concern
protecting me from eyes that look in from the world
through the windows to my soul
