she
was born
with many a thorn
prickly
yet blossoming
in my light
not to clamber
over yours truly
much to his delight
holding reds
fragrant and fresh
she stands firm
with puissant pose
now stuck
in me
I embrace her sting
my beautiful
English rose
through
every tree
I see creativity
the branches
are the arms
reaching for the sky
it is the limit
and not
for you and I
how snug…
a bare
bear hug
the fresh smell
of springs’ air
rosy cheeks
her skin so fair
she seeks
a naughty boy
who wants him
for her butterflies
and a bit of joy
all the while
her precious
innocent smile
and insecure
female stance
wants to control
her butterflies
before they start
to dance…
he is fond
of an occasional blond
but prefers a brunette
in bed
instead
can we go back
a little
maybe a thousand years
when there were other fears
rough but pure
a disease
no cure
when trees
were green
and forests clean
all in balance
almost good
no climate challenge
can we go back
lashes spiky
mascara
oh crikey
eyeliner
foundation
plug the pores
my the frustration
fillers
botox
eye shadow
detox
concealer
maybe revealer
highlighter
tweezer
curler
clipper
hair must die
I wonder why
blush
what’s the (b)rush
lipstick fails
acrylic nails
polish
remover
wax
to the max
primer
for the old timer
injectictables
rejectables
enhancements
enchantments
extensions
rejuvenation
exaggeration
contouring
a lift
purity adrift
liposuction
fat abduction
laser
surgery
a trending spree
spray tan
yes you can
tummy tuck
what the fuck…
when you dance
with tulips
you color
the room
whilst carefully
holding
the large stems
attached to beautiful bulbs
in the spring
you move
gracefully
whilst you do
your thing
mellow
yellow
the mark
the trail
the path
it took
to stain
my glass
with slime
Sublime!
entwined
are our heart strings
connected
at the core
I never use to notice it
like now
in time
before
when your eyebrows
look like question marks
I wonder what to do
ask what’s up?
or run away?
I haven’t got a clue
goodbye
my carriage of steel
I enjoyed being
behind your wheel
you took me places
of which I’m fond
to the known
the remote and far beyond
you guided me
and carried me far
my dependable confidant
my faithful car
you may be crushed
but you’ll understand
you had to go
amazing friend
we’ve shared some miles
over the years
I say goodbye
I am all in tears
two yellow lines
lead the way
directing us
to follow
the right side,
or the left,
in curves
through pines
and meadows
deserts
and forsaken lands
on endless slabs
at the hands
of the carefree
careful
and careless
crossing
or not
two yellow lines
picture that
these are words
you are a gem;
simply brilliant…
a virgin blanket
sewed with frozen powdered aqua
covering the lands
light and white
forsaken
at the hands
of the sky…
a soft throw;
I think it’s called snow
she is the one
he is the other
you have satin sheets
and silk shiny skin
soft to the touch
where shall I begin?
I shall kiss you and what not
on this rooftop where we have met
though it smells of corrosion
and your hair don’t match the color
perhaps I should have gone for the redhead
Witty words 