4th time around

i trip
and stumble
as i listen to this silly
melody
that trips and stumbles
along with me
and it's a lilt
only i hear
is it for you my dear
no never
this time around-
the dance makes me clear

Red smudge

we knelt

by the pool in the forest
to dip
our fingers
into cold cold liquid
as the fog rose from our mouths
clouds of ice to rise and freeze
above us
a cold hard blank
ceiling to face
our gaze that we sweep across
this wrong sided floor
i welcome the icy finger
that rests on my pulse
and the shiver to rise

but you turn to me
warm and burning
like blood that aches to hold
and i do not touch
i am not so bold

i crouch now
on the opposite side
of this gilded pool
in this dark forest
gazing at you

a red smudge

drapes

you dress your words with care
and walk upto me so sweetly
to hang them on my lashes
so they are all i see
now everywhere i roam
these damn drapes
swing like pendulums
of unflinching happiness.