Candles

Candles are like doors
Into the confines of prayer
Like words on breath
They melt away.

First Cup

In the beginning
Warm cappuccino blends with a laugh
Chocolate shavings curled and scattered
Weave rich and delicious boundaries
Of a relationship not yet formed

Dancing

Dancing into darkness
Lightning flashes haunting colors
That interrupt my destruction
Restless whispers
End my madness
Playing in the moment
Of failing dreams and shattered chaos
The apparitions claw their way into reality
Death gleaming in their eyes and desire on their breath
They cling to the memories that keep them alive
As do I.