Bone Soaked

I am bone soaked
exhaustion of the well;

teeth-ground
doubling down
all or all
no turning.

I am bone soaked
drifting down forward

night’s grief
walking frays
twinkle-eyed
portrait parched.

I am bone soaked;
softly kiss my soul.

CKS

Where We Are

neither I sit;
restless I tremble.

water’s silence
spring parades

in the shade-cast room
behind glass veiled curtain

I, road of forgotten
dreaming fingers
roam;

where we are
CKS