Late night street lights buzz and flicker almost a bit too much of a slow beat drag slip your hand into mine and lets walk along the river Brooklyn Bridge backdrop illuminating and I can't see past the halo around your head All that glitters isn't gold and baby don't I know it to be …
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Vodka Tonic
Ice cubes in a glass Tito's poured slowly tonic two fingers from the top slice of lime juice rubbed around the rim walk outside feel the ocean breeze and drift away we sit across a small table from one another candle light spins time into a void you look at me eyes still sky blue …
Up In Smoke
Twirling feather-like wisps, pearly white cloud vapor puff long lingering drag deep breath in, the epitome of expectation ...life, love, loss, your wedding ring worn for comfort, the past, present, future; dreams, dreams and memories - up in smoke Self portrait Gerard T. Yates (11.26.54 - 10.27.07) © TrilbyYates 2016
Your Peaceful Revery
Awakened as if violently being shaken from a deep sleep, earthquake rattle, an enormous glaring spot light being flipped on leaving nothing to the imagination, nothing allowed to hide in the shadows; any unanswered questions no longer relevant, all bets were off...issues of importance, a blank page - gone, vanished You held my face in …
Wisdom Of Dorian Gray
Windowsill view of a world that has stood still for seven years Seven years and all I can do and all I can say is that the mirrored image of myself doesn't hold a candle to the image or the wisdom of Dorian Gray Self imposed isolation so many demons to slay ghosts that have …
Label Maker
Call it what you will Give it a name Wrapped neatly Round peg in a square hole Label it, categorize, alphabetize Comfort zone is not your own Call it what you will My experience is below the belt Anxiety felt pressure build up Pit of my stomach Elephant sitting on my chest Close my eyes …
I Live With No Regrets
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 …
Pages Yet To Be Written
Words to lips fall gently as pen to paper emotions fill my heart...still beats a tender touch does not leave me empty the world such a simple place lingering thoughts turn into daydreams while spirits rise watching silently from shadows of a widow's walk soaring high above surrounded in love and translucent light I wander …
Your Shirt
Self portrait Warm breeze and sunshine off in the distance is a sound so familiar it makes me weep whispers I love you and sighs of contentment leave me wandering in rooms from the past the day to day never dull or mundane the scent of you remains... I wear your shirt arms wrapped around …
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