Sweaty Palms

Illusive Pawns 
Visit from the 
Vermilion Voman  
On the Neck
She tempts the touch
In my hand 
Afraid I crushed 
Fat Thumbs * 
 
Silent she sits 
Broken wing 
Snapped Shut Sleek Elytra 
My eyes focus 
Her feet kick
Relief
 
I set her down 
On a 
Magazine
In the sitting room 
An Om on our Earth
Tiny
Delicate 
& Dainty
 
Her meaning reassures me
Lady luck 
Plucked into my present 
 
“Who’s to say?” 
 
God isn’t 
Waiting 
Watching 
 
Enter 
Acting 
 
The Two of Us
Confused 
In this Rigid World 
 
AC 
Cools
The Temper 
Meant 
Didn’t 
Mean
To
Be
An 
Accidentally
Enemy.
 
When my neck
Is where she 
Found footing
 
In 
Her 
Present 
Is where I found 
CALM. 
 
People watching the onorthodox man 
Calmly sitting with a lady bug
In
the
Interim.