I wrote “Entrapment” today; “The Game” in October 2014; and “Dionysus” in August 2014.

Entrapment

Your face sits crooked in the mirror as I look askance

ghost image in the absence of reflections

the quietness of your voice

reverberating through pockets of memory

a thousand attempts to change direction

to lose your smile in twists and turns

but every path leads back to its origin

and there you are.

Something in me wishes

that the day the clocks stopped ticking

I could return

to the place I first

inhaled your scent.

But this time

should the wind have

carried it the opposite direction

I would not be searching for the last glimpse

of your eyes.

The Game

Like a bloom filled

to bursting with

honey-sweet

Like the air

packed with

particles

of sleep-inducing

chemicals

We dart in

and out

tasting

barely touching

this buffet

laid bare.

Everything exposed

for the taking

seizing

bits and pieces

by turns

not tandem

Tacitly

this is the game

how we fill

our desires

temporarily

But what happens

when the bloom

and the nectar

and the air

dripping with the pulse

of the tension

is eaten up

completely?

Dionysus

Leaves crackle

underfoot

as he

meanders

down

the last row

pruning clusters

of fragrant orbs

skins packed

to bursting

stopping

to bite

intricate flavors

explode

juice leaks

from the corner

of his satisfied smile

lifting his eyes

to the sun

low

on the horizon

late harvest.

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