Carpe

Skip the shadowy introductions

Interlaced with a mindless aura

Of necessity, carelessly invoking

A weary ritual of bygone days.

Go headlong into the fiery rush

Of adrenaline burning slender veins

Pumping overpowering sensations

With each tingling passion piercing

Every little fibrous nerve.

Shake the dust of dying books.

May 2011

Bough

Willow