A Tinge

Every now and then, I’ll feel the urge to write.

I’ll start to feel the tinge of nouns dodging my look-away stares, or those annoying verbs grabbing at my torso rubbing and tugging their loose sexy layers next to mine. Even those pesky pronouns, adjectives, and split infinitives find their way to my pen, arguing and fighting with one another over who gets first dibs.

Often, if I’m very lucky, I’ll get the chance to choose a topic; however, this is not often the case. A super topic, as she likes to be called, seems to always give me just enough of her space to find my own space.

She’s good like that.

So, yes…when the urge seriously fights through a very messy and noisy crowd to reach me, I have to respect her efforts. She’s fierce, intense, and without the craziness of how or what to write…just that I do write.

M.C. Davis

If We Should Happen To Fail

Often,
the sun
forces us
to find
deep
darkness,
but let us
ignore
all protocols and the such
and
face the door
that
led us here
in the first place.

Let us grab at stars
and make
believe them
to
be lighting bugs;
confined
yellow and green
florescence
bickering
against
the night
sky.
Let us find ourselves
lost,
and in between
loose
words like Moses
felt
on
a good day
before the chaos.

Let us get
ourselves
in a frenzy
and
dare Athena
to challenge
our
love.

I’m certain
she’s wrong
anyway.

It’s no fault
that
we’ve
failed
at this
thing called
love,
but I’m
giving my
last
breath
to
give way
to this door that
holds
us
in her
tight grip.

M.C. Davis

Two Cabins

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We
got to
choose
between
two cabins
to spend
a
weekend
together.

A layer
of wood,
green leafy
things,
and our
love.

Oh,
a view
just leaned
her eyes
into our
peripheral
vision,
but
let’s
see if
we
can persuade
her
that
our
view
is much
more
magnificent
than
what
lies beyond
the
window
pane.

M.C. Davis