Impending

Beneath scarf and tie,

Bristling brush,

I’m sensing your push,

Whispering unto nape,

Shiver and shake

I sense the smell you make,

Caressing sweetly,

Over bruises deep,

I sense the moisture seep,

Massages, kneading,

Tissues torn and dry,

I sense your lies,

I feel the signals,

Issuing their warning,

I sense the sounds,

The restlessness of morning,

I read the motion,

Of waves collapsing,

I hear the warmth,

Beneath your eyes

All lies, all deceptions,

Carefully crafted superficiality,

Entwined with intentions, tailor made décor,

Beneath the softness, lays a jagged floor

Impending,

Through the silence, in the paint,

The forest comes alive, the foliage wakes,

Moving are its branches; broken is the trail,

No time for sorrow; no chance to fail,

Impending doom will swallow,

As the night grows hollow,

Dreams laced with paper cuts

Nightmares infused with trust