Clitoria (A Flower)

You are a beautiful and delicate

flower of a particular genus

that thrives in the warmth of summer.

Your nectar

makes you a siren that has 

attracted many suitors to gorge until full.

While escaping your lair, I was smitten….

obsession is prevalent in a stare.

The epitome of every hue….shades of pink

damp like the morning dew but

possessed with the snugness of a warm deluge.

Affinity is more than just uncommon

 

in the midst of a taste test.

A fragrance that is truly particular 

is lingering like a shroud.

Innocence is more than just a way

 

to describe your bloom that is brought 

up by a late afternoon. There is definitely

more to the presence of your vibrancy. 

And I can’t help but mourn as

 

you slowly fade away and

wither in silence. 

A Fourth Disciplinary Segregation (Isolation 1-7)

The consistent chatter serves as

a distraction between meals.

As the evening travels on a safe

journey through time, voices

echo between each cell.

The darkness of a late evening,

descends like a mysterious phantom

that is on the prowl in search of

something that is quite elusive.

Renditions of daily routines

serve the purpose of extending the

monotony. The noise from next door

occupies  the moments when thoughts fade.

A shadow descends from a ceiling

as I am watched by mysterious eyes,

a suspended  camera is the spectator

as gentle knocks ricochet.

The Beginning of Disciplinary Segregation (Isolation 1-7)

The solitude of an empty

night, is revisited in the morning,

in the blink of one weary eye,

I awake from the depths of snoring.

Rarely is hope found in a damp

old cell in the heat  of a summer night.

Yet freedom comes to those that are numb,

victory is nigh.

These precious moments armeE ass see s je still a gift

in the midst of exploring….while half awake

while in a dream, while meandering 

in the morning.