Forgotten feathers scream at me
Damn!! Spiral staccato steps in chase
Silently witness empty bleak London night
To late, the story of my life
Sighing moment staring into empty rain
Lips wiped clean demand attention
Dull lips now that’s a crime in my world!
Creaking door blonde reflection repairs commencing
Caught attention then lying eyes…. am I dreaming?
Turns out those feathers screamed for good reason
Peppermint blonde bathroom reunion
Package delivered successfully
Apparently miracles do exist
Empty rest beckons
Idea accepted immediately
Silent waves for peppermint dream joining
Soon sighing relief black patent torture
Inner smile ….I was more selfish than that sorry
I craved your touch
Rested digits not considered
Though definitely perfect camouflage :o)
Wild pink approaching Hilton toy black poodle
Four minutes fifty seconds
She prefers white
Black blonde wedding says no
Stunning
In a night of moments
One born of chance
The very last
Will live in memory forever
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Broken Feathers
Chance London hotel encounter
Expecting English greeting tinged with Russian gloom
from blanket cocoon an unexpected ray of light
A northern angels beautiful smile
In shyness I seemed aloof perhaps awkward
Though I did more than notice the unexpected guest
Torture Garden medieval ambiance tribal beats time irrelevant
Anticipation for thorned friend adorned with flowers
Brief glimpses of pink in a rising stairway
A metallic green white crowned vision in shadow
They should sell those blanket cocoons
The butterfly effect is perfect
Wheres Nicci? friends synapses processing
Long gone flower hunting
A question experience ensues breeding few wrong answers
Tonight no one else matters
She’s been here for 12 years, nothing
I’m sure there’s something, I saw it in her eyes
I watched her slowly folding broken feathers
As if holding fragile precious treasures
Expecting English greeting tinged with Russian gloom
from blanket cocoon an unexpected ray of light
A northern angels beautiful smile
In shyness I seemed aloof perhaps awkward
Though I did more than notice the unexpected guest
Torture Garden medieval ambiance tribal beats time irrelevant
Anticipation for thorned friend adorned with flowers
Brief glimpses of pink in a rising stairway
A metallic green white crowned vision in shadow
They should sell those blanket cocoons
The butterfly effect is perfect
Wheres Nicci? friends synapses processing
Long gone flower hunting
A question experience ensues breeding few wrong answers
Tonight no one else matters
She’s been here for 12 years, nothing
I’m sure there’s something, I saw it in her eyes
I watched her slowly folding broken feathers
As if holding fragile precious treasures
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