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.