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Starlit whispers
woven through sunset auras
upon a moonglow butterfly’s wings,
enchant the horizon
in uttered silhouettes
cascading ‘neath quivering heavens

As fireflies dance
creating flickering constellations
on a canvas painted
in evergreen breeze promises
and magnolia longings,
effervescent dreamscapes beckon

I follow silently,
gazing into the soft light
of yellow Jasmine’s reflective forevers,
breathing in fragrances
of a beauty that can only bloom
*within your twilight smile

Who paints the world with sunshine
and whispers louder
that which matters,
with whirling streaks of hope?  
When I am spinning round
with speaking eyes
for unexpected hours.  
Feeling alone………..
as an unspeaking ghost.

I wait with a passion
and a fire inside.
Lit by a precious brilliance
with a smile of wonder
on my face.  
Until your light paints my hands
which ache……
my heart beats to claim
your ever saving grace.

Ready to party.
Looking real cool.
The guys on the walkway passing.
Wasted effort chuckling as children do.
"Ha ha  look at that fool.
Look at the state of that".

She wanted to fire up her violent tongue.
Give it to them with both barrels.
Draw them in and have them hung.
They deserved it nothing less.
This lady she was not a mess.

Her confidence chucked at the base of the heap.
Their words were only ignorant cheap.
The lady wanted to fight back,

Did she care, of course she did, her voice was hid, got stuck in her throat, tangled in her confidence, got stuck inside her throat.
She's pretty gorgeous for the average old goat..(sorry, just had to find a rhyme)
I should not have been treated so appallingly.
Use your cruel words quietly.

Should have made them realise the error of their ways.
These men should really think of what they say.
Rather than being yesterday's ignorant heroes.

If I were more of a fighter,
I would have taken my side.
Make a declaration, that women hurt and children cry and  most men shoot ******* without thinking.
Generally after drinking.
I wonder why.
Misogynistic idiots,
must be the April reason,
or the end of the afternoons session,
too much beer left them messing with my feelings.
(C) LIVVI