The D Spot

like butterflies walking on broken glass
or
stars falling in tandem
I feel this unsettling unnerving
something.
Something big is coming something
bad or good I don’t know can’t tell.
I wake with a sense of
foreboding anticipation
Not knowing if it safe enough to rise
or if I should hide under blankets for the day.
Dreams haunting daylight
but I can’t decode the images
starlight and water and
rain and sun.
I race through my daylight hours
waiting for night’s protection.