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 Jan 2013 J Christmas
Tilly
Her cheeks blush ruby red,
lashes batting,"Come to bed!"

<3
 Jan 2013 J Christmas
Tilly
But no
merchant of the seas is he,
plundering wide & wandering free.
harboured portside sweetly he's *******
with fingers so deft, a bountiful plucking
pink diamond hearts locked in heaving chests;
emeralds and sapphires
~to all~ he attests!
wrecking the ships, he doesn't keep,
taking their precious
secrets deep.
@
><
Don't worry, I already walked the plank...

Parley!

:)
 Jan 2013 J Christmas
Tilly
I'm just exploring the possibilty of
giving something more of me.
A little bit of naughtiness,
so rich, but rarely seen.
A darker side.
My wild
devil
she.

SO
if,
upon her
RED lettered
voyeuristic discovery
therell be gasping punctuation
(it's written, mostly, on bended knees)
&  s   p   r   e   a   d   i   n  g  the words out
on naked sheets ~ it's all for the tempted ~ eyes to see

<3

Should you wish to
Would you wish (too)
Could you?

;)

Come With Me

***
Seriously now guys ... as if I would!

With a nod to Paul Gurrieri & his awesome poem, Come With Me
... a reaction to which, inspired me to pen this whimsy :)
 Jan 2013 J Christmas
Tilly
I
was
whole
on my own
okay
at the start til
you came along &
wide-bust my heart
& made me believe love
means two parts of US pair.
"You'd always love me &
always be there."
BUT
 reality shone brightly
YOU
had
no
care.
SO
I'll
worship you
not. no longer. no more.
YOU
prey
when you're sorry & you're left all alone,
as lights in that tunnel guide you down home.
For the journey, I wish you good luck and good health  
for without you, i would've been stuck on my shelf
:)
revised as I hated the last line .. but it still makes me smile ...
*As I give thanks for lessons you've taught me ~ the new & the blue~ ne'erbefore seen from my shelf!*
 Jan 2013 J Christmas
Tilly
you're a lovely twit, i see you there,
sat          up          high
day       n       night
in the twit
twoo tree.
Watching
years fly pass.
Hungrily devouring those
  precious stolen morsels, you sigh,
longing for the tastiest dish
lost in the long grass.
You
are
tw   oo.
Spanning wide, spreading high, strength from the roots, honest sap in the bark, all that you are
a beautiful, wonderous, lifesource
yet
evil lurks
amongst the whispering green.
Pretty owls who are pecking all the pie, when
eye cleansing rain reveals them, as painted little crows on haunches;
Greedy selfish birds, only feathering their own nests, trying before they buy.
So wait, you will, for the phoenix of your dreams. Soon. She'll emerge so bright
as the smoke becomes her, perhaps with a flame for you, to burn the grasses of her hiding place.
Some nonense from a wise old owl ... for a dear and true twit twoo !

.... with a promised phonenix for Melissa :) x
 Jan 2013 J Christmas
Tilly
Alone,
on the shore,
near our family home,
familiar wide horizon fills
with shades
of deep
grey.
Drawn
to the depths
I stand here again,
exposed to the rawness,
as thunderous
waves
crash.
Collecting
cairns of pebbles
distracts me for a while,
yet those piles
of perfect
three inchers
won't bounce
across the beyond
no matter
how
hard I
throw them.
Once
you
taught me
how this works.
In awe,
I counted.
So I'm stood
bending low
soaking
wet
from salt
streaked face.
Surely,
I'm
grinding sand
in my teeth
whilst
skimming
these dark leagues;
yelling unanswerable questions,
with each exacting throw.
Unfathomable
pain
expelled.
Again.
The sea
will
soon turn
and
forget
my anger.
Here.
Today.
Where
once
we
collected
shells,
decorated
pebble forts,
with
driftwood
towers
and
seaweed
flags.
Defences
that
don't
protect
us.
How
I miss
you
still.
13/11/2001
 Jan 2013 J Christmas
Tilly
Hanging by fingers,
delicate, yellow temptress
dangles black poison.
******* Tree, Indian Laburnam,a distant relative of the genus Laburnum or Goldenchain Tree.
All parts of the Laburnam are poisonous, not just the black seeds found in pea-like pods after flowering.
Famously suspected of being used as poison in Daphne Du Mauriers novel, My Cousin Rachel.


If you expected something else, tut! tut! but thanks for the read :)
 Jan 2013 J Christmas
Tilly
Perfectly still, this calmness,
after such a beautiful storm; Cast skyward,
observe this changing sky.
Watch the Sun slowly reappear.
Always trying to head towards the light.
"Ouch!" said the moth,
"Wrong way!"
 Jan 2013 J Christmas
Tilly
Always foolish,worthless excuses, empty words
whispered promises, so easily fell,  
lips
hushing all doubts:doubts all hushing
lips
fell easily so, promises whispered, words empty,
excuses worthless, foolish always.
Madam Ossesso, i
 Jan 2013 J Christmas
Tilly
Our hearts will match such thunder,
from hooves; such gentle neighs.
As time approaches slowly;
An ending to this pain.
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