Cream

Milk rolls over leather. No, moon over tanned skin. Is it? Stars in my eyes; This girl’s celestial. Are the heavens moving,  Or me? A rotation of limb or light, a porcelain persuasion, Enticing, A flickering of might, Tickle of possibly. This girl’s bewildering; I’m bewildered. And I will be Again, and again, Until she turns […]

The Girl By The window

The girl by the window, Ephemeral flare, She sits all alone As the wind stirs her hair, Just gazing at cobwebs  Which drift in the light, Smiling to no one, Her lips pinched quite tight. The world moves about her, But she doesn’t drift. The space between us, It cuts like a rift. And though I don’t know […]

Carrot (Micro Fiction)

Head in the ground, she waits. There’s a hint of rain in the titanium sky, a taste of the coming deluge. Yet she remains shy, unrevealed from those who’d tease her from the earth.  One day Carrot will emerge. When she does, she’ll gleam in auburn majesty. They won’t tease her then. Those idiots and […]

Unearthly Charms

There are worlds beyond the eye I know, as I’ve watched them fly Through the deepest darkest dream In dimensions too extreme There are mountains on the moon Made to visit just not soon Where the Martians hide and wait End of us, anticipate There are forces from the grave I have seen, but would […]

Pruned

Her name was Rose Like the flower, A wild and rambling girl. Softest pink, her pale skin, Hair of tangled nature, She bloomed for us all; How she bloomed. But winter came With nipping chill; Our Rose did fade away, Retreated behind prickly demeanour Within a bricked vase. A gardener has her now: Pruned.

50 Word Stories: The Treat

“Treat or treat,” she purred. She was all angles and curves, black robes rippling in the moonlight like a dark angel and loving it. A most beguiling, college witch. “Don’t you mean, trick or treat?” I replied. “Not for you,” said she, and kissed me on the lips. “Not tonight.”

Willow

Lithe and slender Undeniably free Hair hair in transit Windswept, free Skirted garments Trailed on floor My darling Willow Girl I adored She loved the summer Toes dipped in streams Yet come the winter Wedding gown dreams Tendril lashes Batted once, twice My gorgeous Willow A pristine vice

Always

You were always my girl Before we even met You were always the one My beautiful brunette You were always my sweet Your hazel eyes waiting You were always my love Though life for us fleeting You were always my doll In porcelain refrain You were always my wife And then you took my name

Delectable 

A collage of a girl, An amalgamation of all desires, She paraded before us Flaunting her finery; Perfect, and knowing it. Too perfect, Too pristine, And unable to accept it, For me, anyway. I turned my back And walked away, To seek imperfection And the delectable promise Of the unknown.