Kinks from life’s blood, this mortal coil. I roll my shoulders, crack my neck.
Ponder on life’s blood . . .
--- A minute ago merely in slumber
Minutes from now safely ensconced.
From Tender MomentsWe live Life’s kinkiest plans.
I pause and consider these things:
Pink swirls disappearing,
Twinkles down the blade flashing in the moonlight from the window.
The water races down, pushing pink swirls toward the drain
A trace of what was
An image of life going on into the sea of contentedness beyond that which we mortals endure
A jealousy that I can only imagine
--Can merely assist--
In providing others that walk through the door
Beyond a glimpseBeyond a glimmer
A final immersion in the sea of tranquility.
Based on 3WW's weekly three words kinky, bloody, and tender, this poem brings a little insight into the mind of The Assistant. Perhaps one day we'll get to see more of his work.