Imagining

backlit, ominous, sinister-
it looms and i
set off alarms in my head,
take a backward step-
yet i am frozen by its stare.

the vacuum
dark hall
late night.

now a SCREAM!
deep from its bowels
and it careens toward me.
faster and faster
out of control
it wants me and grows
along with its desire.

and now a red glow
a roar
in its rollers of death
i see too close
teeth and hair of friends!

and i run
the remaining few feet between us
with open arms.

Conquistador

And off it is to Spain for Spring Break, to conquer my demons, to sing songs I don't believe the words of, to bond with friends old and new, to find out if this is love, to explore, to adventure...

For Night But Not Sleep

an eyelash falls
and so does the window
from which it took flight--
longing for night
but not for sleep
longing for dreams
of the dark and deep
of moments so pure
infinite and sweet
of love that would render
my heart complete.