I have no idea what the title is yet so let’s roll with it shall we..

photo by the author

A word like love can stun from the inside while the glove is pulled on to protect fingers from the

Elemental dissolution of the phantasm constructed to keep attention focused

Away from the Sahara desert secrets flipping coins with mysterious whispers under breath

Who knew that a word like love could tick like time bomb on coffee table

Yet all the dancers on stage can’t hear above the stomping feet, it’s a feat these beings meet one they call self in a slice of glass

Which spells out the word they avoid & seek

To blend with like coffee beans in grinders

Becoming forever becoming surrender to this word spray-painted with foul words on each side of it

Atop a rusty train track overpass

Deciding

If it’s the proper course, for horse hoof good luck charm to gallop in fate

Or dried up mirage moment date of arrival

Yearning

For this word

Which is beyond the glove, floating like dove, only visible to the breeze.