Her little yellow face
Her week voice it shakes
Frail thin waste
Wasting, fear lit
Eyes find
She is lovely
Sweet, divine
But time runs
Her eyes closing
Curtains fall
But she is still posing
Laughter’s fled
Smiles wear
Eyes tear up
Im far from here.
I love you
Heart ache

Piano-playing,
pencil-wielding,
petite and paper-frail,
trace along his chin,
A triple-dare on skin,
rougher than she thinks.

Guitar-playing,
Hammer-wielding,
rough and thick-palmed,
play along her side,
a taboo danger tried,
and won with pride.

Breath quickens
and places forgotten
as the heat melts their hearts;
The summer days
that have given so much
to the one that was two parts.

Colors intertwine
and bodies disappear
into the path known by some;
Into the past
like a footprint in dirt
or a late summer's love song.

All the new flowers have gone.
I see flocks of birds flying away,
The waters, tear blue mountains,
Fall, rush and scold, are running
Cold— wind, whispers and goes,
Lonely as a tree without leaves.

The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout

Soaring high.
The reds,
the blues,
nothing could ever be more different than those two colors right now.
It's beautiful and so are you,
my lovely friend.

Down came the rain and washed the spider out

Feeling low.
The headaches,
and the sleepless nights,
nothing can ever bring me back to where I was before.
My horse has a name and he is loyal,
he is my friend.

Out came the sun and dried up all the rain

Thirsty.
The sun,
combined with the noise burns me,
how long was I asleep for?
My enemy will put up a fierce fight,
but not for long.
I can fight this.

The itsy bitsy spider climber up the spout again*

The chain is addiction
and the links are euphoria.
One end is a bent steel pole.
Me.
On the other is a needle.
My lovely horse.