muddy water hides
freckled skin reddened
multicolored cloth surrounding

Behind green-tinted lenses,
her blue eyes rolled,
inappropriate comments,
slid off summertime smiles.

Laughter and giggles,
water splashing,
Lemon La Croix *****
seasoning the afternoon.

She was in love with her captor,
had the appetite of a raptor,
sharp talons slash her deep,
no way up it's much to steep.

I stopped and watched her,
as she eased to the edge,
wondering if she would jump,
my throat tightened into a lump.

Pain is a game,
that is always won,
shame is the same,
each and every one.

Red velvet tears
her face now stained,
syrupy sweet
but so full of pain.

Down by the watermelon patch, where the wild watermelon grew, only my brother and I ever knew. Knew where the watermelon patch was, knew where it grew. In the woods far beyond, where the wolves lived too.

People say time heals, but it's not the time. It's the new memories you create while you're apart.

It will always hurt; what you did to me. I forgive you, but that doesn't fix the pain.

People say we were mint to be, but we'd still be together if that were true.
I loved you, but don't you go breaking my heart.

She is a hive full of
Sweetness.
But , never far from
the sting .

“I see you “ she smiles
as she touches my face .

Upstairs she lies
with coverlets and curtains.

I am searching
and searching.
But , for what
I’m not sure .

Maybe diamonds
but probably
Fireflies and Lace .

Working towards not
losing my shadow.

My inertia’s held
prisoner
to her beauty
my moral vision
called and questioned.
The death of leaves ,
stranded on the high wire
in the back of beyond.

I believe in Magic.
Not the dream come true kind but the gathering
I know it’s just some stupid card game
But when you don’t know how to make friends
Maybe a little magic will help.