I check the phone
You are not there
There is stillness for where it could have been a laughter
There is blank for where could have been your almond eyes

I miss you
And for a while
I hoped you missed me too.

I think:
«Orchid
Is creamy and dreamy.
Rather than white.»

I write and write
It is my lust
It is my fury
But on some days like this
I wonder
Do they mean anything to you?

I read every word and read again
I warm with each syllable
Until I’m hot and vibrating
This Summer Sun awakens
My wonder and desire
How can I convey this, are words enough?

Collaboration Amethyste & Jim Musics

I write and write
It is my lust
It is my fury
But on some days like this
I wonder
Do they mean anything to you?

I miss that heat!
That warmth!
When I did dissolve.
When like a liquid once.

In twilight's breath, dark swallowing light
Cloaked in shadows of dry gin and vermouth
Echoes growing louder in council of secrets
No longer muffled whispers of raven flight
But Polly wants a ******* perched on a wooden throne
Yet feast on the bones
Polly has got a pair of big childish and curious eyes
A body full of curves made for adventure
And Polly, oh Polly lives to bathe on moonlight

In twilights breath
I find warmth
I live
In twilights breath
I long
I burn