Key Responsibility

It’s a morning

gray skies outside

sunlight is somewhere

last night’s thought

sifting into my world.

A mixed bag of

insolent treats.

If I choose to open them

I could follow a light

wants

to take me somewhere.

Somewhere out of here.

Though then I realize

we, ourselves, are

responsible for the keys.

 


© Thom Amundsen 10/2021

A Fleeting Arousal

It happens

When we switch lanes on the highway

Suddenly we are engaged

In a tumbling arena of acrobatic challenge

Moving amongst steel warriors

Each with a venom of clashing speed

Capable of mortal debility

~

We respond

In our own lustful quiet

To the vision that captures

Our heart and soul

Delicious lines

Seductive eyes in mascara drawn

Expressions wanton

~

Our destiny

Lies upon a bed of lies

Perhaps illusions that create

Opportunity to elude

Responsibility in time of need

Instead our fleeting arousal

Designs the posture of our mind

~

When have man, men, fathers, brothers

Ever realized their role as natural lovers