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…
The dance; slow, seductive willful - a waltzeach time I melted into the grove with ease intuition, twinges of betrayal - dissipatethe way the sun would rise; radiance, hope questa volta sarà diverso...potential, a brighter tomorrow. I close my eyes and move with each step, leaving the past another time - always with anticipationmorning Uber …
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 …
Lovers come and go; over the years there have been many ...more or less.Skipping stones across the water while a turning tide is like sailing into the wind, but it can be the challenge that makes it all worth it; the proverbial chase or dance. At the end of the day when the sunlight begins …
Had a dream about you last night; seems since we had our inconsequential meeting - inconsequential feels so removed and so cold and my head hurts when I think and I'm starting to feel too old to be a player in the dating game ... anyway Confirmation washes over me like the cold waters of …
I am a one liner cliche oblivious daydreamer fantasy shaker one foot in front of the other stumbling block self proclaimed prophet to the faithless magnificent enemy of a higher order I am identifiable puff of vaporized humanity sexuality twist gender bender fraudulent soul seeker status disclaimer lacking moral compass deformity stolen innocence imposter race …
Off to my right somewhere deep within a void of empty space time lapse shifting gears reverse I can hear voices silly chatter from Pretty Girls silly chatter that is reminiscent of days gone by like a sledgehammer coming down on me slamming against my brain opening old wounds the ones hidden deep inside wrapped tightly …
So we go out to this bar Saturday night sure thing Down on the west side Of the infamous Hudson River Blonde bombshell with crew and dark haired mystery woman Tapan Zee to the north GWB to the south Across the river a whistle On the Hudson Line blows smoke While flying by everyone waves …
Trilby Yates 