It was the thunder.
Crash. Woods.
The fire burns.
The embers glowed like eyes.
Gazing at the heavens.

While the forest
Becomes a burning altar,
Ashes ascends into the
Heavens.

And one by one,
They lit the stars.

I'd like to hear your breath.
Whisper.
Gently.
Softly.
We're here, after all,
To hear each other's
Loneliness.
Bask on the warmth
Of our oddity.
Explore ...
The kindness of a stranger,
The feel of an unfamiliar skin,
The comfort
Of an unfriendly bed.
The temptation
Of the untried.

My fingers slither.
Lava flows through your skin.
Your whimpering lips
Said no.
Then sleep.
Deep.
The world will soon wake up.

Mug

 
Mug,
I await to see thee
Filled with black coffee,
The smell of which
Permeates the pantry.

 

Window 

The winds are
   Uttering their prayers tonight
Getting ready to embrace
   The clothes hanged
By your apartment window.