I’m experimenting
with life, or rather,
with being alive.
Not quite sure which
part will stick and
which witch will
light the candles.
The bonfire night
a long way away
yet I long for fire
the burning of
desire; inside
Apparently
When Debbie did Dallas
There was a cowboy longing for
Bees
Tequila and redheads
Tequila or redheads
Tequila
Redheads
And
Or
#Never Ever
I suck on my fingers
Salty – from peanuts; salted n toasted
You stare; ?; !; ♡;
I have my doubts, you play me
always
Can I ask how I am doing ?
j’sais pas
Bewildered by the mysteries of tmblr
Her short skirt
Red lips
Hips
(I sometimes dream of rosehip drink)
Cloudless skies
(a life under a sun never setting)
A Jail, Yale ; the eyebrows and her
gray tank top
My second violin playing her
First fiddle and our symphony
a frown
In the eye of Shai’tan
My minor misdemeanor is
As devoid of the embrace as
Counting the raindrops
Not falling – on my cheeks
In the eye of Shai’tan
Your minor mindemeanor is
As obvious as
1
2
3
I’m not counting
There is no need
