Eyes wide, you tremble
skin pressed cold
against another, open
door, open heart and
exude a sense of
presence, a sense of death
eyes wide, you tremble.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
Eyes wide, you tremble
skin pressed cold
against another, open
door, open heart and
exude a sense of
presence, a sense of death
eyes wide, you tremble.