I need to touch you.
Feel your softness.
I’ve been alone too long.
Without a human’s touch.
A human’s warmth.
I’m cold.
But a fire burns in me.
Come to me.
Touch me.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
The Milky Way as seen from Antelope Canyon, Arizona
The Milky Way or maybe
a journey into the unknown.
A blood red adventure
transcending time and space.
A wild ride through the galaxies.
Flying high on a shooting star.
Tilting at rainbows and moonbeams.
Close your eyes and feel the red.
Henri Martin, Mystic Scene, 1895
In the quiet.
There is a hum.
A whispering sound.
A pitch too high to hear.
A touch too light to feel.
We are never alone.
The pages turn black.
The story turns dark.
You feel the monsters.
You believe the tale.
The book has come alive.
Close the book.
Live it.
Feel it.
A good book lingers
with you forever.
Flowering tower.
Spring is in the air.
Sunshine.
Flowers.
Birds chirping.
Pies baking.
I can feel it.
I can smell it.
I can hear it.
I can taste it.
Bring it on.
Henri Martin, Mystic Scene, 1895
In the quiet.
There is a hum.
A whispering sound.
A pitch too high to hear.
A touch too light to feel.
We are never alone.
CLEAN ME
Clean me.
Wet me.
Drench me.
Free me.
Feel me.
Touch me.
Clean me.
A SPLASH
A splash of water.
A splash of salt.
In my eyes.
In my mouth.
The taste.
The feel.
The joy.
Of summer fun.
Come and join us.
DARKNESS IS YOUR ONLY FRIEND
A room full of books.
You can feel them with your fingertips.
But you can’t see a single word.
Your senses are sensitized.
Every single noise is amplified.
But you can’t see light.
Or colors.
You are blind.
In a world full of color.
Your fingertips lead you.
Your senses guide you.
Darkness is your only friend.
