Burn down the memories
I need to sleep
Away from the reality
I want to dream
The fire will feed
I need to flee
Smoke is reaching for me
I have to get free
My memories are pictures
Scattered on the floor
Stuck in a room
No windows or doors
The heat is rising
It's burning my cheeks
Has it been days?
Or has it been weeks?
I give up the fight
I fall to the floor
Surrounded by my memories
I don't care anymore
Breeze on my face
Memories rise and bend
They turn into doves
And fly away on the wind

I found a boy
Who stole my heart
When I'd never loved
anyone before.

He is a star
I follow in the dark
but just look at
'cause he's so far.

Dreaming of him
like this is a movie
I never want to wake up
on my single alone bed.

Wondering if
he's thinking of me
Finding an answer
like diving in the deep
So come and tell me it
'Cause babe it hurts.

our lips will never meet
nor our fingers intertwine
and so bless my dreams
for indulging what's not mine

She is dangerous
with the deepest
conceit,
smiling naughtily
in my dreams,
as she laughs
“I would ****
with me
if I were you.”

I agree.
Chasing her rainbow dress
across the cold froth
that rushes the sandy beach,
longing for the treasure
that lies somewhere underneath
her pink *******
that the wind keeps
flashing me.

I love to close my eyes
& find a stillness –
in the turning world.

My imagination wanders,
to you.
My memories make
Pleasure.

~ Ephemeral bliss  ~
Peaking in the swells gentle set.
Mid-solitudes of the vast Pacific.

Young honey lip lovers

Warmth in wintertide;
a wild iteration of summer.

Mio Amore
My sunshine in the shadow.

Dare she lies
With a three inch putt
Tap in birdie
For sure
With a **** in her eyes
She looked askance
How can this be
It was a beautiful drive
Straight down the fairway
A pitch and a roll
Fortuitous is the bounce ...  swing
Now standing abreast on the green
Nonchalant
She takes the putter to bed
One under par

Logan Robertson

3/30/2019