Meander

Let us meander.
Creatively.
Let us meander with words.
Let us merge the pictures
and thoughts.
Let us meander slowly
through the chapters
of the previous time.

Let us do
just
that.

A weaving of words.
A slender blend of slumber.

Mood and time...

Time...
tick and tock...
spaces on the white face as the sharp pointers
move
closer.

Underground

Jones: In underground

Me: Underground. Below and dark.
Cocooned, enclosed, tunnelled.....
tunnel vision,
wetness seeping down the walls
and the racing of the noise.

Have you reached daylight yet? Have you?

He shielded his eyes in the brightness.

Prepositional Mind.

My mind is with him.
Near.
Over.
Under.

Next to him.
Beneath,
Below
And above

Never
Distant.

Spilling

Falling, smooth and warm,
Indelible inky thoughts
Ribbon and swathe
Her blank page.
Embedding,
Seeping,
Drying.

Spillage.
An alphabet
Leaking oily secrets
Slipping and spilling
Into black sticky glass.

Reflecting
nothing.

When ...

When he listens
When she's there
When he knows she shares

Her body.
When he wonders
When he feels
When the moment rocks slowly
When he reels
Her in.

When he looks at the stone
He has too much sin
To throw what his hand holds within.

Drowning Words

They have drowned.
His words.
Into the huge water.
Liquid darkness
Seeps over the ink

Severs the link
I have
With him.

They have flotsamed
through...
Distant and faltering as

A satellite shakes his words.
A distant star
That knows where you are..

A call comes through.

Dreams colliding.
Voices smiling.
Words now floating.
Thoughts are gliding
Upon the smooth dark water.

He makes me thirsty
For words.
He make me drink
Him
In.

(c)prettyintelligentprincess

Words Over The Water

Cold evenings
cold nights...

Still at the office.
Still

Wishing you were here.

Restless and awake.
No sleep, not for the right reasons.
Ah, no. Not for the right reasons.
(She smiles and ebbs with tiredness.)

She fidgets and turns.
Words all jangling
Memories pivoting...the pieces falling
In

Amongst the jigsaw.
Webs and words weaving and meshing.
Webs and words.

Silky lines...
Invisibly floating and gliding
Over the water.

(Prettyintelligentprincess)

All A Tumbling

Need words..

and hands
and arms
and closeness...

Just need.

'Apologies for being so damned needy,' she muttered...over

...and over -

over again...

apologies
apologies.

Windows are frosted and closed and shut.
Tight.
Branches sway and swoon...
Cold.
Brittle.

She is sorry really, she is.
She looks out
and watches
the ripples within the ancient bark.

(c) prettyintelligentprincess