breakfast at marvelous midnight
a soft small naughty little need
egg cracking quiet, my bare feet
feel the cool floor collateral
window gazing wander, night’s zenith of
bright stars blanket above blue benign
boiling water whistle awakening
a taunt tactic of one’s clear collusion
broken bits of gone awry remain
shall we sooth a sore asunder
crouched our bold once barren
one convincing cry takes flight
our naughty little needs contend
puncture and pierce the soft tissue beating
later drying sheets alone
tumbling telling tales wag
outside tiny birds chirping chatter
seize the soundless summoning inside
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three word wednesday: zenith, naughty, tactic
photo: tumble dry, comadreja, flickr
