Red

I’m not bored
I’m just
Batting at baubles 
Hanging from the Christmas tree
Stretching and such
Playing coy
Biding my time 
Until
That other cool cat comes back 

So Friend

I love you
Don’t tell anyone
Since exactly a bit after half past 1am
When I was awakened 
I have been waiting for daylight
To tell you
And now in the night again
It feels late 
But it’s time
I told you 
Good Night

Smoothing

Forward-looking
What I see
Ripped up, rolled up days
Sometimes saturated 
With mischief 
That leaves me longing
To be the desert air dancing Smoothing over scorched dunes
With the taste of time ‘cross my lips