Back over break

you bend softly

to show a world

splendidly lofty.

The beam of it

a light shown up

in a chasm stick

a needle in a cup.

Pulse is lifting a

course action I’m

curious I look in

chords my mind.

My eyes slightly

ever so softly sin.

Where my mind

harken, commend.

I celebrate colors

that fold in folds it

a way to creation

to behold parts fit.

The puzzle riddles

chide introspection.

Enter a quiet room

pieces paper begin.

Give unto cupid’s

ways of drawing I

breathe in a room,

little small delight.