Opaque occurences on tepid tides.

The heat of hurt
is oppressive
and rivulets of sweat
sweep sorrows
down her spine

and fine declarations
reach around
to claw cotton causes
away from her skin,
as she breathes ice
into her soul.

Thoughts carry conscience
that bulges
in careless curves,
as chequered chills
choke the truth
that sucks out
the flesh of her feelings-

spitting solace
in empty embrace

and hidden angers
shudder in silence
as shame judders to life
and reverses out
of perversed tides...

crushing tears
in years of neglect.

Hope pulls out
into Monday morning mayhem,
edging echoes
into quiet existence

and packed pauses
become causes for concern.

Sight picks up speed,
doing seventy
along determined veins
as purpose plays
on pock-marked prohibitions;
tilting sideways
on waves of waking wonders

and complimentary actions
hold head
and balance
as she treads the tightrope
of life's lamentations.

Her experience is expansive,
its meaning monotonous...

beliefs once broken
only by odd occurence
and lines of love
flapping fragile
from agile fingers.