I lay back on summer shores
candy floss summers
amounting to nothing beyound sea whispers
glowing tan
Silicon caressing hands.
Beautiful.
Time tinted glasses.
Congealed. Clotted memories.
Drowning in my eyes?
Crashing upon my lashes?
Charmer.
I will keep you locked in my stone heart.
Cold, safe, remote.
Away.
You burn like smoldering iron.
Hot, dark, dangerous.
(for comparative purposes)
Gasps. Brittle.
A thousand of these.
Breeze snapped twig.
Foundations in your palm.
Your every shifting breaks me.
I, atlas.
Of muses, rainy days.
And other bitter. Sweet.
I paint your face, and you look empty.
White.
Not there.
Clinging. Lingering.
Like possesive scars do.
please delete thread now danke
let me comment first.I'll write my critique soon as I finish up my work.
for now I'll say- great use of imagery Hiccy.