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…
Your words, he mutters...are a cloak. A dull knife. And the only difference between you and a novice - condescending sighYour dark eyes speak louder than your words.Put pen to paper and let them undress you.He brushes against my left side As he walks away the space dissipates. He utters softly...my dear © 2022 TrilbyYates …
Gentle motion sway your eyes reach across the distance and time remain the same for me... I often wonder about you I often dream about you never completely sub-level mind bend unable to let go ...of long talks hand in hand slow walk from your car to mine dock side harbor lights soften the moments …
Taking a long deep beautiful breath in Slowly accepting it, gently holding it... A cherished memento Until the capacity of my lungs - fill Feeling the pressure, the build up, the freedom, and the release of all that has held me back; kept me in my own self imposed sanction Long insightful walks down stone …
Red wine sipped through lips painted shades of frost and crimson ...dark eyes look away - a seductive glance meant only for you and when the night tumbles around us while stars shoot across the sky there will be a time when your hands embrace the moment and hold its place with mine… That first kiss …
A few side steps off the curve you fall and for a while there is a time and place to bat your eyes and lick your lips as if the package is all that matters in those moments when the label tastes better than the wine and the left hand on your Rolex gets stuck …
Static New York accents float With abrasive intent throughout the diner – Burnt smoky bacon thick cut it with a knife smell Fills the air bouncing off cracked Half-assed some kind of repair Duct tapped red vinyl booth seats Screaming 1950’s decor reminiscent of happier days Attaching its vibration to anyone that happens to be …
Tree branches bend and shuffle an old soft shoe saw dust on the floor scat to the seductive blow of the wind the strength and force of Mother Nature the female mother Queen of Rag Queen Bee stings like a bitch stings with venom and a cure to sooth the wretched soul a force to …
There are times when you meet someone - and there are no words spoken There is no agenda There is no preconceived notion There is that first look That first visual forever etched into the mind The color of the eyes - not even a smile or glint of wonder Just a simple clear sense …
Glass slipper shatters As you walk on water Like the second coming Of someone of substance Someone we have All been longing for Only you care about the timing Of this desperate game Life and all its little ...inconsequential - s Universal plan falls Neatly into place Like domino's standing In a carefully placed row …
Trilby Yates 