If I approach you my hair feints,
In the wind like my heart.

If I look at you my eyes glaze up,
A beautiful birdy flies by.

What little words we seldom share,
I show such trouble speaking.

What little time near you I spend,
I have such fainty breathing.

Rain drops feel like your finger tips,
What I imagine touch to be.

Temperate waters in the harbour,
To carry boats fine out to sea.

it was that
yelling I kind of heard

the college girl
screaming

in attempt to
pull out darkness that was
apparently her own

---

a searing jolt
inside my heart

it was as a rose you
could not resist entering
an errant bee you
flew in

and you kissed
but it was as
a sting

you lost that stinger
in my breast my
love and

i have sent you away

a bee can only sting
once before

it

dies



soulsurvivor
(C) 7/29/2015

dance sweet Belle,
i can see you in the shadows
all laughter and bluebells.