In the club

when is this gonna happen
how many more drinks
crack one more joke
she flicks her hair
and laughs
her perfect peaches
rippling out of her sundress
man, I am gonna
run out of jokes
and too fucking drunk
to ask her out

Missing you

It is harder to get warm
when you are not near
near enough to my heart
it still skips a beat
the missing one must make its way
to play on your heartstrings
like a bird without a song
muffled to my ears
tastes like thinner
illusionises my painting
at dusk
it is all too grey
rain stops by
to keep me awake

Poet

Living Poetry prompt

I have never known
Poetry sings in my heart
Until I met Keats

Hidden beauty

fiery amber woven in parakeet feathers
drape across the wave sculpted rocks
your beauty overshadowed by
molecules of red, orange and yellow
on a sunlit day

Photo taken by Cassa Bassa at Turimetta beach, Sydney Northern beaches, Australia

Kite

God crafted you
and gifted you to me

It was meant for me
to teach you
how to soar across the sky
with only a thin string
in my unskilled hands

I was so scared
to let you fly high
watching the wind toss you
into the unknown
doing somersaults
in the middle of a storm
keeping your head
above the murky clouds

You agilely danced
across the atmosphere
rode above the turbulence
trusting I had the string
to keep you afloat

I looked at my empty hands
I looked up at your freedom
and marvelled
God had filled the uncertainty
in between