Blues

Melancholy - by yours truly. Getting over you feels like a round the clock job I never applied for. Now sitting amongst those experienced in nursing a broken heart, I wonder whether this melancholic lifewill ever be able to write a chapter after You. Excuse me if I don't believe that some Twelve steps could... Continue Reading →

Hush

Once a chaos of salacious minds Brought forth a deluge of heady rush Happily drowning Father Time We unveiled currents of sensual flush Alas, Change inflicted the usual crime Now, trimming rationality out of Mush I burn my throat, sucking on lime To be rid of this lingering taste of heart-breaking Hush. © EntangledDesigns

Cuff

Image in the background by Piotr Marcinski. At odds forever like water licked by fire.Yet, entangled in carnal disposition,Our comportments sizzle in juxtaposition.One misstep & out comethe blades of pride dipped in ire.A volatile intrigue feeding nutrition,Your mouth on wetted lips compelling my petitions.Once in step & we shunliberty for arresting cuff of desire.©EntangledDesigns

Dance

Dance with me Tip-toe Tip to toe, A tap-tap, roll Breath rocked Tick a tock, A Tick tick throe Picking tempo Three four A two three four Quick-Step-Quick A quivering trip click-a-lick-lick Grazing kiss Treading flit Pulsing swift Foxtrot down Up and around Stroking mounts Cantering bounce Surging counts Gasping flounce A tap-tap, roll Tip-toe... Continue Reading →

Falling

In the eyes of a blind world that weighs dirt against your gemstones, it's in the strength of your convictions standing unswerving to face off deception where I find beauty beyond comparison.           And I find myself too often thinking of you... In all this ruckus of social eminence that buries evil with bones of a chiseler,... Continue Reading →

Choice

You make my nerves stand on the edge of the blade that you have sharpened against the quivering beats of my heart. And I, your silly wide eyed girl, have stood in your thrall and loved you in ways that people brand over the top. But the knife that you so lovingly flaunt, drawing blood... Continue Reading →

Stains

Bourbon spilled wood that decorates the bones of these lowly places you avoid, knows how many tears I've been leaving behind. Mascara has been running unchecked, while the glass has painstakingly memorized the weak grasp of my cold trembling hands, traced the tremors of my mumbling lips. I let them fall - the angry tears -unabashedly letting anyone see through the rift... Continue Reading →

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