dreams

dreams,

 creatures of darkness,

cold clammy fingers, colorless skin,

slither

close to the ground,

 almost afloat  above the graves.

suddenly

over my sunken eyes,

pale – gray, like a kiss

 of death

on the lips of a dying mutant. 

c:NKO11/12/21

after all

after all,  those rains,

I learned to love, stopped,

the sun came out.

and I don’t  know how

to live without

an umbrella. I don’t know

how to touch cascading silk,

how to hold a butterfly

on my fingertips

when the wind blows soft kisses

I would learn a new language

that  could be spoken only

at the moments when

the last light

 

dies outside of my window,

only

when I drink words

from your lips

like raindrops ~c:NKO 11/11/12

and again

and again

it’s cold and windy here

branches dropped

frozen claws

in the snow

I split the second

in sixty splinters

I count them

with intervals

I let it go

 slow

like  memory

of a broken bone

c:NKO@11/5/12