some poems

Awakenings

He screamed; deep, deep inside.
Loud, high and shrill.
The it finished as it had begun;
Empty and still.

It was like an awakening,
A brief touch,
A sharp, short intake of breath
That caressed the moment.

It disappeared,
But it left its presence
Like a silver lining
Waiting to wrap the barren sky.

He would be changed forever.
Waiting for another scream,
Another touch
To awaken him.