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.