Pain…
Flashes of
russet
All the nerves
in the brain; does it hit
Lead to swift
waves of cinnabar
Expansing
through the area, near and far
Blinks of
hoary
The sight must
indeed be gory
Glide in the
lightning of sable
To look, I am
unable.
Happiness…
The nectarous
flavor of a honeysuckle
First bloom of
the Spring
Innocent and
soft sensations bring about a gentle chuckle
Petals
fluttering on the winds wing
Wee amounts of
the sweet juices
Keep you
reaching for more
Its soft,
aromatic, and delightful sweetness seduces
Smiling,
dropping you to the Earths floor.