Darkness then

             warming rays

                         bright fingers on my face

Cellphone silence

              binary muse

                          prod me back to life

Womb of sheets

               engulfs my being

                          consumed alive

Silken lover

                her promise yields

                           to the light

Reborn.

I don’t normally write poetry. But I woke up early, as I always do, thinking about what to put in my blog, and this came to me.

I love reading poetry, when written by others. My own, not so much.

I guess now I’ve done this one, I’ll post some more. But only if they come to me when I’m about to post.

Otherwise the moment is lost.