Chasing the midnight silence
By the glow of the distressed stars
The motion of my somber dreams
And the breeze of your nearness
I graze the spirit of your pitted silhouette
Wondering
Which blink of your excavated eye,
Will I
Expire into the gravity of your longing?
I do not breathe the air hoping for breath
Nor
Circulate my thoughts hoping for certainty
Within the grasp of our honey suckle vine
Dry bleeding the fruits bruised
Raping the moments intended
And abusing the conception of love
Daydreaming
…simply daydreaming
-Vernette Harris 2012