[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #30. The publish date is approximate.]
transfer of solace
in a nightly allotment
sedative in audio compound
lingering time thinking
meeting mating making
something anything
sometimes the line comes quick
natural release in a forced world
other times, no comment
distant yet blue interest
in an otherwise green world
full of red emotion
and the little black cloud lingers
early morning dinner to go
prequel to a divine chat
four steps off the virtual path