eyelash violence

the curious music of eyelashes
glimpses of fire
rounding up sparks
so very different
goose-bumps of a
once known and felt feeling
gatherings of unexpected revelations
carelessly floating
submerging
a meeting
on silky wings of butterflies
bitter flies
accentuating tremors of souls
converging into feathered limitlessness
fettered freedom
glows.

don’t wake up.you’re not dreaming.

a convergence of mood swings
covering shifting continents of uncertainties
if you can be in love
can you also be in fear?
in hate
in any other feeling?
in wonder, i wonder if wonder’s a feeling
or if you’re wonderful
for feeling it
a disappearing act
a magnet attracting not quite perfectly
hesitation
drips from wet lips
and truthfully
savage winds storm
half-opened eyes
and the smell of coffee
and the white sheets of books without form
with no words and no titles
simply
yet to be born.