The greedy arms of emptiness enfold me,
sneaking up behind me,
hard,
a lover’s embrace.
The turned stones of yesterday haunt me,
lie beside me,
softly,
an afterglow sweat.
The future rising inside me,
gently to me,
ready,
a bright shaft of hope.
~Jazzi~
Jazzi Ryan Ranes ~ The Sensuous Poetic 