Heart flip flopping on his sleeve
hers hung up in the wardrobe
strangers none more familiar than she
too close to read the spaces
Ever aching bending to her will
takes lines to crease a sheet
her every one deceived as tongue
he didn’t see until she’d gone
Out of the blue her eyes
The games hearts play so dangerous
Lips unzipped for tongue tip sips
Laid exhausted by young wanton wiles
Need defies the lines of years
Searched for meaning through inked fingertips
Her intentions lies no longer hide
One of many no way him
Mirror says old bald move on
Six word lines and stories – if they come from one mind do they relate? I believe so, miscellany at play, in time and space. A click and you’re into miscellanies #1 and #2.
No photograph, as if … no matter.
Another woman? Same one, different day.
Took his day … declined his years
Of us, not us … love’s photograph.
He texted, she replied … not otherwise.
His still … one take of you.
Not him … her want, his kindness.