Feel the vibrations
of Tibetan singing bowls.
chakras harmonized.
Shining through the fog,
spectral lanterns on the sea.
Such a pretty sight.
Healing energy
channels through palms guided by
my intuition.
That "come hither" stare,
the sultry sound of her voice,
a stunning beauty.
Splinter in my thumb
when rubbed the wrong way becomes
a hidden dagger.
The bass is pumping.
I can't understand a word.
Can only say, "What?"
The glint of a scope,
an unwitting furre in sight.
In a flash, he's gone.
At time of posting,
it is fairly late at night.
Good night, dear reader.
More poetry previously uploaded to FA. If there are some odd spacing like there was in the first one, I have no idea how that happened. Hope you enjoy it.