Sweet Shop Dreams

I rode on a carriage of peaches and cream
Through marshmallow mountains on high,
Hopped off at the corner of coconut dream
Where the sweetest milk fuelled me to fly.

As I soared through the haze of a peppermint glaze
My taste buds they tingled with glee,
I was lost in the joy of my sweetie shop maze
As I sailed on a rainbow drop sea.

Then onto a river that set me a quiver
When I dived in a chocolate pool,
A nutty explosion, could more than deliver
As I found myself starting to drool.

On board my canoe made of sweet, sticky choux
I travelled the custard-filled hills,
Taking in the delights of a cookie dough goo
Where I sampled the thrill of the spills.

My journey now over, I lay my sweet head
In my fantasy world that I built
As I rest in the warmth of my liquorice bed
And my candyfloss pillow and quilt.

A Lover’s Touch

His fingers dance in darkness on her spine
Each movement seeking virgin skin to touch,
An architect of gentlest design
A rhythmic masterpiece, almost too much.

Strong hands caress the softness of her back
As chess-like tactics keep her senses high,
She melts like liquid gold, cannot keep track
If this is heaven then please let her die.

She feels the tingle from collar to hip
Electric current pulsing through her bones
Her body soothed as she begins to slip
Far from reality to great unknowns.

And though his touch is fading she’ll remember
The love he showed in guiding her to slumber.

Creep

You creep my skin like the beast you are
Burrowing, burrowing till you taste my blood.
One score year, the battle raged;
Fighting, fighting
On the canvas of my life.
An ageing boxing ring, where ropes
are frayed to the point of imminent victory.
Shall I accept defeat, to leave you victorious
Or should I fight on.
I am tired now.
Tired of anger crippling my veins,
My head pulsating to the point of inevitable rupture.
Your relentless pursuit has been worth it,
For you are the victor, and I,
I am your kill.
As I lay here in the coldness of truth
The darkness shifts.
You are in me,
Yet, for the first time
In what feels like forever, I am
Almost certain that
I can see the light.

Springtime Explosion – Tritina

Spring arrives in blossom tree explosion
As cherry petals fall to kiss the earth
Of mother nature’s skirt of green and gold.

Beneath the tree the shades of sunshine gold
Brighten days in colour burst explosion
As yellow heads pop up to greet the earth.

As mother calls a rainbow to the earth
To glow and grow below the rays of gold
Her skirt becomes a vast and bright explosion.

Now mother earth is bathing in the gold of Spring’s explosion.