Hot steamy summer day...not a cloud in the sky; brilliant blue dome of color - a slight breeze floats by on the up beat of a song dancing through the air; off in the distance sailboats lean, lean, lean stretching canvas and rails dip in the salty sea - flashback summer sweat dripping kisses...glorious sight …
Author: Trilby Yates
Holy Resemblance
Slight of hand with a side twist of fate smoke and mirrors up in a puff vaporize shifting grey eyes grab a hold of what is near and dear only one that gets out alive is the Svengali in us all with hands thrust deeply in the back pocket of our neighbors while holding a …
Who I Have Become
The first line is the most difficult the most important pen to paper expression paramount to first impression succession of intent my perspective is self inflicted is self infected self rejected and I know all to well I'm not blaming you or me the high or low tides at sea that change at different times …
There Is No Place
Jump from the train grabbing hold of a high wire Harry Houdini greatest one man act... Nothing swings like the sound coming from an old horn player - sweet baby lullaby the cradle will certainly fall! When my heart burns and the thrill of flying above the natural wisdom of women better than I perched …
One More For The Road
Ambiance candle light low smoldering glow not tagged for tender romance self serving no holds barred seduction of another kind... Bar scene fades defiantly out of view as the backroom juke joint grabs hold soothes the heart and shakes the soul Time passes reluctantly yet the heart beat carries the crowd unified movement sweltering heat …
You Do Not Know Me
I am a prisoner of time and space held within the boundaries of a sanctioned God anointed birth the law of the land the law of religion and unquestioned faith the law of responsibility to all those that have come before and after the psychological weapons chains of societal norms guilt, shame, selfishness keeping me …
Train Ride
Long train ride NYC to CT eyes close images sharpen and the senses seem unusually high and maybe it was the way you kissed me or the way your hand was gently placed in the lowest part of my back pulling me close swaying to the music dancing has never felt so seductive brushing my …
Old Man
Old man's whiskey soaked voice crackles sparks explode translucent color drenched skies Blues man juke joint a few steps from the past reflect back dancing hands held high fingers snapping deja vu sweet drifting Westminster shuffle bump and grind heart's beat keeping time same swagger tilt of his head continues to mesmerize... © 2016 Trilby …
Carte Blanche
Listen to the crimson rattle! Death calls... Feel the labyrinth shake! Earth moves... Is it love pounding at the hearts door? Or could it be the bubbling of skin so thick that no one dare come close enough nor get under it? Embrace the roll that comes when notes and vibrations soar to hidden places …
Trilby Yates 