red legged chicken stands ready to strike · tables of paperwood · Winter · yellow delaney would sleep well at night

bells in the distance

In a dream you kiss me at sunrise

 when the skies run with mist and scarlet

your warm touch on my skin

is a threat to undo me

 the alarm bell makes me jump

as I cross into the world of the living

and standing with a group of people on the train I realize

there is not enough time for all the things I want you to do to me

The Sunday Whirl