the air is heavy
with an unspoken desire
for his tanned skin
upon hers
a shady block
of warm breeze,
a dusty corner
and her back against it
- heaven.

gentle kisses that tasted like summer
now dot her memory
along with flashes of squinting
liquid honey coloured eyes
framed within lashes
that remind her of the sort of thing she'd like want to feel fluttering against her shoulder
first thing
on a sunny sunday morning;
a nose that she'd like to have nuzzled against the crook of her neck

all swatches of filtered sunlight
and unfamiliar hands
soft lips and hurried goodbyes
- imprints of a translucent yellow

Barriers are high and mighty today
Dark envelopes are being posted
Fate is numbered in tally marks that sound like nail scratchings on slate.

The knife sticks into the same spot in my chest
and the wound is never given the chance to heal.
The day is spent slipping further into venomous unrest
where the hooded dark circle is waiting to swallow my sight and break my seals.

My fingers are fraying at the ends and the blood is travelling backwards,
If i could see it, I would say it is blue.
How many rocks could have been ingested
to weigh me down so mightily that i cant move.
The curtains fall down dark and with a dominant purpose
however, Act One never seems to finish.
Gravity drags my lungs down to my feet
where a puddle of my former self has formed.

*Faith has gone and I feel like I am trapped like this forever

Snake slithers in
To the dragons lair
To quell his flames
And stroke his hair

Perilous desire
At first kiss
Emotions on fire
Untamed bliss

Squeezing flesh
Burdened guilt
This want is a need
Reality full tilt

Molten passion
Thrashing. Rough.
Goosebumps glisten
Never enough…

he's the colour of sunshine
the glitter he hates,
sparkling in his crinkling eyes

his laugh
is the colour of daisies in november,
teasing the troubled naiad into a state
of pure affection

his kiss
I imagine
is the colour of bliss,
like honey dripping from the lips of queens by the nile

his love,
however
is the colour of water
clear
non-existant.

Little white rusty door
I wonder, what are you for?
Secret passage to other lands
With golden seas and blackened sands
Or tiny stairs to a grey cloud sky
Where music sleeps and dreams drip-dry
Or slider tunnel down below
Delving deep where creatures glow
Or a stronghold for precious hearts
After the crimson sky fallout starts
Little white rusty door
I wonder, what are you for?

We jump into the night because we feel there is dawn
We give our whole hearts even though they're well worn
We strive for our goals while feeling forlorn
We do what we can, and in persistence, our character is born