Craven

[Fillie]

He streams into my day
gliding into all my corners
leaving not one moment for silence.
I lose track of myself,
his wildness, his dark sorcery
singing swinging whirling slicing stinging
into my ice cave, my frozen habitat.
Where is my surety my boredom my careful loneliness?

He is devouring it, starving for soulful connection.
Will it devour him?
What high plains gust brought him here
filling this space with fine twinkling sandblast
leaving my core
unprotected
alive and tingling?

I only offered my couch,
temporary protection from
seeping slimey Occidental forest floor
where his obsessions had slung him.

He slept so fitfully,
gasping, legs kicking and knees suddenly on his chest
hand defending groin
trying to cover his own burden of lonely lust.

My home suddenly returns to subdued shelter.

He rushes on to his next
Wondrous
manic
turbulence.

[Barry]

Thanks for sharing this vivid and intimate piece, Phylis!

He streams into my day
gliding into all my corners
leaving not one moment for silence....

[Willie Lumplump]

Too much for one sitting! This is gonna take some careful thought.