Sleep.

You loved me enough to let me go
your prays had that insanity
every memory that matured.
crumbled at your sight.
you and her vanity

That rose in your hair
speaks a million lies
I breathe.
take in the fragrance
of your existence.

I breathe
and fall back
taken away by that charm

Love is naked
and saturated
abused,
and consuming

I fall back
unable to get up
your silhouette merges
with the darkness
Nothing to see.
Or hear.


Sleep.

That melody.

Memories seep through my veins
and drench my beating heart

Thoughts juggle around the contours of my mind
and throw me into a trance
as my head waves with the sounds of their soul
with every note plucked from my being

Words flow from my whole
define it, break it and preserve it
as if it were their own

They smile into my eyes
sing into my rythm
and dance into my steps

You are whole
complete and shattered
with every piece picked up
and mended
They're no scars left behind.
at all.

Your toes wiggle
as you lay there
with your hand brushing your cheek
eyes fluttering in dismay.
This soul consumes you.
and me.
the both of us.

As we get lost into
that unbroken promise
of lust

Poison Ivy....

I just hit the delete button.
It was a fine creation,
one of my best
But it didnt feel right
No one could know that

Its my little secret now
You'll just have to live without it

Bella...

There were very few days when she would wear that hat. That perfectly round offwhite crown with a black ribbon running across its torso ending in this beautiful bow. It was indeed intriguing that the Hat in itself wasnt gorgeous, the way she wore it was. Her hair, pulled back and tied up in a bun. Her cheeks were blushed. Her lipstick matched the pair of pink pearls that adorned her slender neck. The slit in her red cotton dress was high enough to show that she was single, but low enough to signal that she wasn't available. 'A table for one please', she said smilingly as she walked into the restaurant for an early lunch.

She sat facing those bay windows and took in the warmth of the classic Tuscan scenery. She ordered a glass of Chianti Classico, that 'Super Tuscan' made from a blend of Cabernet Sauvignon and Sangiovese; and Caciocavallo Podolico, the cheese so creamy gold in colour. She took her hat off and waved her head gracefully . Her long hair, gleaming like copper, streamed out behind her as the sun shone through. The room was infused with her scent and laughter.

She drew a book from her bag, leaned back on the chair and crossed her legs. It was her favourite time of the day. And even though she felt a few prying eyes on her, some wondering why she was alone and some trying to take advantage of that, she couldnt be bothered less.

Swimming in sunshine, she read on through the evening

.......I could write a book on this ;)