Wishful thinking a few Hail Mary's and an Act Of Contrition thrown in for good luck - keeps me honest when I spend to much time alone... Once you asked if I was raised as a Catholic girl Big Apple shines bright in beautiful Italian brown eyes you said All I could see were emerald …
Tag: love
Mr. Who Knows Who
All that crazy anticipation build up and worry as if yesterday was a blank page And all the steps taken have somehow been washed away like footsteps in the sand - how cliche! I remember laughing about all those old sayings one night during a brief love affair he filled my glass of wine up …
Dear Life,
Is this the way it's suppose to be? The way it's supposed to play out? My mind is telling me one thing... but time doesn't seem to be on my side I'm kicking and screaming being dragged through life scuff marks on my hands and knees - Is this really the way it's going to …
Looking Out To Sea
It was something something out of a movie scene From Here To Eternity we were laying in the sand tide came up rushing over us all entangled arms and legs finger tips tracing a pathway to the soul your mouth on mine whispering words ...you are so beautiful so beautiful... kissing my neck gentle hands …
White Night Black Stallion
I can see it in your eyes replaying like your favorite flick; ...over and over again - And all I can hear is the banging of the drum... and you, you remind me with a repetitive triple stroke drum roll; telling me your secrets in my sleep whispered secrets in my sleep - Slipping into …
Inconsequential Meeting
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 …
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 …
Trilby Yates 