(Feeling)…Empty

Sunday

Empty…Sky

Empty…Hands

Empty…Bottle

Monday

Empty…Thirst

Empty…Grave

Empty…Pockets

Tuesday

Empty…Plate

Empty…House

Empty…Eyes

Wednesday

Empty…Love

Empty…Bed

Empty…Road

Thursday

Empty…Fire

Empty…Wallet

Empty…Sex

Friday

Empty…Marriage

Empty…Words

Empty…Music

Saturday

Empty…Gas Tank

Empty…Park

Empty…Kitchen

Sunday

Empty…Night

Empty…Kiss

Empty…Sound

Monday

Empty…Faucet

Empty…Job

Empty…Jail

Tuesday

Empty…Freedom

Empty…Religion

Empty…Future

Wednesday

Empty…Pain

Empty…Garden

Empty…Paycheck

Thursday

Empty…Memories

Empty…Tomorrow

Empty…Taste

Friday

Empty…Chocolate Box

Empty…Parking Space

Empty… Ecstasy

Saturday

Empty…Pillow

Empty…Ash Tray

Empty…Heart

Sunday

Empty…Hunger

Empty…Blood

Empty…Shadow

Monday

Empty…Sink

Empty…Shoes

Empty…Reflection

Tuesday

Empty…Toilet

Empty…Page

Empty…Hope.

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Dance in the Fire

From the West, my red tip swirls

around your soft turns.

We meet the mount.

Dance in the fire.

Your rose heat peels. Hardness

penetrates the skin of twilight,

between the salts

of your inner

sanctum, and the horizon of my flesh.

Louder! we cry from inside our caves:

we crave the rush.

As one, unleashing our wilds

under the celestial canopy, we dance around

the flames – flashes lick and destroy yesterday’s future

with naked abandon.

Deep…a new deep

beat pulses: ‘no mercy’

in the black night of our eyes.

I die in you, and your soft kiss tenders the East. The clarion sun

slowly rises

and painfully plays the golden note

of our rapture.