Some Maybe Poetry

Random Fragments 

a wisp of breath,

the chill of death

a rooster's egg,

an amputee's leg

a flawless moon,

the she-wolf's croon

hands raised in prayer,

neck wilted with despair

Love (a tentatively accurate description)

Love is

a gentle voice that scrapes down your spine

and sends tingles up your back.

Love is

a gaze that pierces through your soul

and leaves you breathless and gasping.

Love is

two pairs of wandering eyes

that connect for a moment too long.

Love is

a bright burning blush
that trickles hotly down your throat.

Love is

the side that only you get to see.

Love is

frustrating and desolate and melancholy

but mostly magnificent and stunning and exhilarating.