Never spice up my silent words –heal my thirst with colour raindrops. Not ever ask for crystalline statements –casually provoke through enigmatic eyes. Don’t ever mention pearled utopia –only add private dreams to a stolen kiss. Do ever draw a clandestine smile –before you slowly drug my velvet lips. Now…
The hollow at the night’s end
All chiseled good looks you fix your hair with a half smile I stare You are that foreign confident puzzle you chose to be I let you be I let you stain my dream with superior charm and wit I will…
After sunset menu
MENU Nibbles Quick glance fondue A dash of passion fruit Focused glimpses with a though First Course Burgundy wine infused eye contact Doubts bisquet with blush and croutons Casual approach with uncertain excitement Entree Crispy smiles with mixed spices Slow danced questions sprinkled with answers Sauteed moonlight over witty comments…
Strengths of red
Sombre dress dark hair smoky eyes dark shades black purse silver earrings high heels red lips & a secret smile that sheds true colours if you dare inspiring it She walks time with confident strolls controlled ambitions assertive sight decisive actions courageous goals yet she trembles when hugged passionately yet…
I know you left
I had a nightmare last night. I wanted to be a straight line but kept bending into runaway curves that circle themselves before moving afar. I know you are leaving. Did I turn my eyes too fast? Was I too abstract? –I wonder. Good bye my dear … I will…
Structured procrastination past midnight
Amelia feels stressed and distressed Too tired for productivity Too late for adventure Too busy for love Too early for bed She looks at the pile of laundry –reminds her of one hundred unanswered emails Oh, sweet procrastination! Amelia runs the dishwasher and sweeps the floor while adding items to…
Amelia and the fall
The underground’s entrance is a clown’s mouth Amelia thought of the path she used to walk eternal afternoons blissy oblivion shiny silence Then came the fall –she whispered — & death Mysterious smile Two days ago she longed for that…
The confession
What’s the catch? –you asked Tell me your secrets Twenty nine thoughts blinked ’round my head I laugh at myself when can’t stop crying Sometimes I cry while laughing There are dreams in my reality A page in my old diary has not a single truth No one knows…