USE

Bad news

Breakthroughs

There are clues

that you choose

To seduce

So you can abuse

me and use

Not to confuse

that I choose

you to amuse

No excuse

to bruise

Short fuse

Can’t refuse

You’ll lose

BARE

Naked

You lay your eyes upon me

I flinch

Wait for you to cringe

You don’t

Stripped

You look me up and down

Feeling vulnerable

This could be trouble

Bare

You touch my skin

Scorcher

Delectable torture

Exposed

Wide open

Insatiable kiss

I could get use to this

Morning

In that moment where the dawn meets the day

A hazy grey fog that blankets the ground the ground starts to rise with the sun

Drops of dew delicately cling to each blade of grass

The wind carries the echoes of the dawn chorus as it rustles through the pines

A soft rain drums quietly on the maple leaves

The old trees creek and sway as they greet the day

HOLD

6 breaths

I drew

The last one

Holding you

In my chest

Air wrung

from my lungs

I dare not let go

Until I turn pale

For with one exhale

You prevail

Paint Me

Your lips a paint brush

My body a blank canvas

Colour me pretty

Muse

The transient thoughts that gallivant the burrows of my brain.
The nomadic notions that navigate my meandering mind.
The vagabond vessel that is my heart, drifting from reverie to reverie;
A gypsy in the night, tiptoeing on the seams of my dreams…

Vicious

With your bare hands

you ripped a hole

in my soul

You sunk your teeth

into my heart

Viciously tore it apart

Left me bloody

Left me for dead

#vss365 #prompts #April #vicious

Earth Envy

Does the land covet the ocean?
 Or does the ocean covet the land?
 One in which you can swim; and the other on which you can stand.

Do the trees envy the clouds?
The way they float so  light and free, roaming the vast sky... 
Or do the clouds envy the trees?
They way they grow and give, or how they are wise and unwavering; rooted?
 
Is the moon jealous of the sun?
How it brings warmth and brightens the day, or how its colours paint the sky?
Or is the sun jealous of the moon?
Of how it makes the tide kiss the shore, or of all of its quiet nights?

…shatter…

You can fix something that is broken;

You can mend a tear.

Unless that something happens to be broken beyond repair.

If you want get down to the heart of the matter.

This is not a heartbreak;

This is a heart shatter.

SOAK: A Hydrated Haiku

Submerged in hot depths

Familiar oasis

The day melts away