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

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
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.