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…
He whispers something or other as if magically my heart will open to things forgotten and with each word stirs memories better left in a pine box six feet under and wisdom is more or less a forgiveness of past sins I wrap myself in a silk kimono and slip back into his arms where …
If passion were a color We would be wrapped In-between the awe ofPrimary and shadowThe morning light Peaks through the clouds The canyon has an echo bounce But I can never hear the rain You warn be carefulDon't fall out of the window I laugh and move closer to you The only thing I'm afraid …
Heading home early morning; sun's up but I haven't seen the rise Uber cuts across the avenue, traffic lights blinking out of syncAnd I am drowning once again in the turning of an emotional tideStill sleepy six blocks and counting Hudson River morning ferry And there's a vibration in the center of my chest where …
There is a sliver of hesitation between what love brings And what love takes and yet the desire to attain it...remainsA heart beat that bounces; not an echo or flat landingA thread connecting the heart, the push and pull - the in-betweenHow often can a slight blush of the cheek Turn into much more than …
Hey...you...pssst...floating Lightly from high above The cement masses Whistles and cat calls Reminiscent of a 50's B flick With blonde bombshells And well manicured mustaches That get twisted when the mood shifts From scene to scene Little girl with grown up shoes Struts her stuff While taking another puff Long thin 100s imported Via her …
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 …
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 …
…too often in the solitude of when all is said and done after the passions have been met when the dead of night begins its decline and the morning light starts to rise there is an emptiness that comes over me taking me by surprise in the before day-break ride heading home when angst begins …
She counts all the men that have come and gone rise and fall tiny notches on her wall and they will never know what piece of her they have taken with them and it's not anything transparent or cliche words that rhyme or step away it's the subtleties in her voice the way she touched …
Trilby Yates 