satiety

past participles

screamed ecstasy  across

the ridges and  valleys of

a  milquetoast sunset

settling  somewhere in a

glance my  direction

and convicted me from

a state of  lethargy

and indecent fervor  towards

the unknown quantity that

is her  feelings;

boiled

dressed down and

dressed  for the occasion

a scarecrow in an empty field

in the dead of  winter’s grasp

tasking,

and talking-

taking

more than bargained for when

biting off

less than  expected for the

cliché anticipated

three lines back.

Brushing ever so closely

with a fondness, a  feeling

known before but released

from within

flowing upward, outward

& over

released the way

desire shoots off a

21 gun salute

after far too many days

of celibacy

Broken

is

not the word,

really…

I guess.

It holds

such promise

such release

such unexpected

hope

in the very thought

of starting from scratch