My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
I walked over the Brooklyn Bridge the crowd was hyped upwe knew god was on our side some guy on the right said he would put a bullet in my headdid I prefer center right or leftI told him to go fuck himself and blew him a kisswhen it came time to speak I saw …
Uber ride under the Hudson River Thoughts deep and surroundingAnticipation feels more like a shot of heroin Than an adrenaline rush opening the heart To the possibilities of love or passionDeep breath in count to four Hold four and blow six...repeatNow months later I wonder if you Ever understand how my heart holds loss Or …
Emotions run highThe center of my chest tightenswhen I think of you While I could blame you as the perpetrator That stole a piece of my heart without even knowing it And I suppose I could even forgive your naivete If I believed it to be somewhere on the spectrum of truthBut there is a …
Fraunces Tavern drinks and chatter atmosphere is a high rush of almost normal two year pandemic restrictions loosening masks on or off ID and vaxx card we share stories and laughs she said I remind her of Patti Smith my ego leaped out of my chest into the atmosphere starry Manhattan nightcell phone vibrates text …
Red flowers in a vase; my words written on the wall Late night rendezvous, misunderstoodLove floats above the scent of sage and lavender Candles burn; passion is a helium balloonWhen the message is as intriguing as a note in a bottle Floating, following only the high tidesHat in hand; ....anticipation - an aphrodisiac. © 2022 …
...and the question rises; my heart sinks Into the deep blue in his eyesOur song hums in the background; He touches my left hand...questionMy chest stirs but love hasn't filled the hairline fractures Or smoothed the ragged edgesIs love a possibility? The hands of the clock Continue to circle I have no answers, no quick …
Sheets and a sunrise wrap around us Tender moments and your kiss Begin to fade Your touch feels reminiscentFamiliar; that odd rush of déjà vu Someone, someplace The viewI drift off to the sound of your heartbeat Dreams cascading like a waterfallNo waves; tiny consequential ripples Pushing me Beyond the reef; my sanctuary, my comfort …
Two steps off, four steps back; I still can't make my way beyond the fogA few steps off, a couple steps back; it's a cliff walk, a leap of faith jumpMoving forward, double back; your love has been like a Magic 8 ballSliding forward, slipping back; online foot print has a magnetic pushTwo steps your …
Oh there you are again making your grand entranceMadame X waltzing in like an Olympic skater on ice - glideOr maybe this time my own personal serial killer Disguised as stability; slashing anything that brings me to that moment - yet fleeting - of knowing the coast is clear When I can remove the layers …
Trilby Yates 