boots, keep walking

as long as you keep giving me

that delicious fiery belly flicker

when you raise your eyes

twist your lips

wound me with spiky words

hold my gaze

I shall be afloat

on a sea of inspiration

with gushing waterfalls of words

and whispering brooks of desire

it’s true, I am always water

fluid, able to be manipulated 

too emotional

you are earth

full of life and hope

with a sensibility that focuses me

but you never let me wash you away

so strong, powerful

more wise than I’ll ever be

foolish girl

playing the same game again

imaging a whole other life

forgetting the one I have here

I’m good at that, aren’t I?

running away from it all

but when life gets me down

the choices are slim

sink in the lie of a life I’m living

or consumed by the one I want to have

it’s easier to pretend instead then

we could be lovers 

in an old town house in the souk

where you are a successful journalist

and I write novels

finally learning how to make baklava

I can almost feel the summer heat

but it’s november, raining

in a small corner of England

12.45 at night, on my own and

tired, but knowing I won’t sleep

because of you

     it’s always about you

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

deeply affecting through its wondrous word choice to examine both the beauty lure and the heartache within~

[Geralyn Miller]

I like this piece, there are minor flow problems. Try reading your work aloud, it helps you find the small glitches in fow. KKeep writing, you have a gift.