By Daniel HealyWhat I taste when I’m awakening,
Is weight of warmth that smothers kindly,
It wraps me in the mother-ness
And holds me with that firm kind-ness.
It speaks to me when seldom speak,
It holds me when I’ve lost my hold.
And when the warmth outside now dims,
It smothers me with feelings bold.
When the nightly watch begins,
To hold me in the ether still,
I walk around and seem to think,
Why stumble from this subtle thrill?
The fall of day brings seldom back,
The feeling that we’ve come to lack,
And when the blindfold draws a-still,
I wonder where the subtle thrill?
Chanting thoughts of warmth and merry,
Bring forth something quite contrary
Of what the morning seldom brought,
For subtle warmth is what we sought
By Daniel HealyAlkaloid warmth, broth I ponder,
The sweetness, of my caffeine enriched meander,
Surging, inciting, faro-style heat,
My thoughts are racing for a quick sneak-peak,
For enticing mania, xanthine induced,
Brings cups full of brilliance in one dehydrated loop.
For a contraindicated, syncopated, heartbeat that’s endured,
A smiling blue sky, a dachshund that’s yours,
On top of a hill, a floral chorus sing,
Opportunities are but a fleeting thing.
But down comes a tumble, and like Jack and Jill,
Comes rolling down with a shrieking shrill,
The missteps of finding Havana at desk-side,
To try and awaken that slumber induced side-eye,
But for the lashings of sweat that sure do come soaring,
I’ll be sure to repeat it all again in the morning