moments not seized are nostalgia’s tease
A ninja closes in onthe victim’s aproned hips sashaying in time to James Brown, sheathing dual swords precisely whenthat high note…
when you walked throughthe gliding doors gleaming,you took it so far away from me,the barmaid tried to catch it,just so i could breathe…
After departure, Moments remain,Fallen leaves DecayingOn the floor Of memory.
A moment’s passiona kiss, a touch|slap — the awful daring of a moment’s surrender.