bones

bones Jun 2015

Flowers

She leaves me
with secret flowers

each has
a broken heart

and purple petals
for me to hide

and memories
I can't ....

bones Jun 2015

If some day
I should pass you
clothed in shades
of pale pastel

all I ask
is turn your face
from my failing
sense of taste...

I have an age old dread
of an old age dress sense..

bones Jun 2015

Solitude...

I used to think
that solitude would suit me

and on my soul
I wore it like a glove

until the day
your poetry seduced me

and turned it
into loneliness my love...