sensation in the crack of light

here it is
as the last setting
left at the bottom of the underworld

stimulating
in the native type
of undone core

simple
as the analysis
from the sidelines

nervously trapped
in fingers

tap
tap
tap

I hear
the written word
as a miserable drop hitting
the forehead

conversely
proportional
it strains

and alas!
the longing flounders harder
in veins!

 




© Tom Del Braco