Face paint – TB

25 May

See the lady over there, 

She’s dressing her face. 

It’s not to look pretty, 

It’s not for the chase. 

Shadow to the eyes,

Blood red to the lips, 

Powder to the cheeks, 

Iced blue finger tips. 

See the lady over there, 

She’s dressing her face. 

It’s not to look pretty, 

It’s not for the chase. 

It’s not to look pretty, for

She’s preparing for war. 

Gracious sky – TB

23 May

The sunshine has graced us with its radiance. 

The blue sky was glad you could make it. 

The fluffy clouds have invited you to come again. 

So join them when you can. 

Blast – TB

6 May

There’s some spare despair,

In my junkyard of dreams. 

Barbed like wire. 

Because all wire is barbed, right?

Others run free through the fields, 

The minefields. 

It’s a blast. 

Runners

6 May

Saterrrrrrday

30 Apr

Sailing to the sun – TB

23 Apr

Soft, 

Breathless

Kisses. 

Waves

Rocking

Our boat. 

Four heartbeats, 

Four waves, 

Four knots. 

Dancing 

On top

Of the waves. 

2 lovers, 

2 oars, 

4 eternity. 

With 

The sound

Of the sea

Pulsing in our ears

And 

The red glowing sunset ahead, 

We’ll sail on. 

Frozen – TB

21 Apr

It’s never going to be.

It just was.

The dreams she had

Have been eternally frozen.

It was always going to be,

Though it was far too soon.

And I only see her now

In moments unchosen.