Push me open into borrowed light
Pose questions through my mouth
Sweat sweet sweep under the caution
I’d love to hear that song played white.
Autumn’s grasping her lover prince
But resin lingers under fingernails
Crying mustard tears into coffee-cups
It’s not me they’re trying to convince.
You know sweet red means I believe
So please don’t shred your symmetry
Pin me against champagne floored tiles,
And wrap daisy chains around my sleeve.
- TLS
Feb 11, 2012 @ 00:50:07
I’ve no idea what you’re on about, but it sounds good!
Feb 11, 2012 @ 00:55:53
Oh, that made me laugh. :) Thank you, hehe.
Feb 11, 2012 @ 01:23:12
I added details in the fabric.. to my blog roll. U rock England girl.
Feb 11, 2012 @ 01:31:06
Thank you so much! :) That’s really kind of you!
Feb 11, 2012 @ 01:36:20
My pleasure Ms. TLS…I am knee deep daily in American political garbage, your blog will offer me an escape into sanity & peace.
Feb 13, 2012 @ 01:04:21
I do hope so, look forward to seeing you again!
Feb 12, 2012 @ 04:52:02
Wow your poem is so beautiful!
Feb 12, 2012 @ 18:50:44
Thank yous so much :)
Feb 12, 2012 @ 14:56:13
wooww!! incredible!!! I enjoyed this one
Feb 12, 2012 @ 18:51:10
Thank you! and thanks for visiting :)
Feb 12, 2012 @ 18:32:36
True talent knows no age.