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 reached out to the goddess White knuckling it On my knees Rosary in hand Asking for a shiftIn the tide To pull me under Cleanse me of my sins Outed by the guise Of organized religion I admit I am in love With Pope Francis What happens when faith And love collide And all …
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 …
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 …
Like a dream that comes and goes Ultimately forgotten as dawn breaks A grandiose sunrise interrupts Our peaceful reverie We smile at each other Over our love potion - a cup of Joe You touch my cheek; Whisper lovingly You have never seen Any thing as beautiful As my tousled hair, My face in the …
Early morning sun hasn't risen yet a feel of peace rushes over me the sound of you breathing; deep sleep your hand resting in the small of my back tears well up in the name of newly discovered love my heart has recovered from loss and betrayal there is an aura of thankfulness and wonder …
My shadow dances in the surf, White sand with all its imperfections stretches To the edges of the horizon and beyond; - a necessary growth surge That place, beyond, has flipped my internal script - a self proclaimed narrative re-write Each step playfully kicks up stardust, Stirring up the undertow of my senses, my soul; …
Time cruises around like a hotshot in a sports car Top down, wind blowing; head shaking moments Fingers tapping the steering wheel to a song not yet written Unburdened freedom is better than a first kiss; well, almost Or that last look waving goodbye summers end drift Time is an orphan, belonging to no one; …
A cool fall night sleepy winds blow, It’s not official but so close I can hear you breathing The dreams come, tender moments, your face, your touch And a sudden shift like a rug yanked out from under my feet Our life; you, you, you The shift, disarray; mix of fear and loss Pieces shattered, …
I wear a kimono drink Tito’s with Topo Chico and lime Cry when too many questions are asked No malice “...wanting to get to know you...” Look around reminders soft whispers Catch me off guard my chest aches You are gone but I know you are here Seems I can’t or won’t let go Been …
Trilby Yates 