Sketches (four)

(something to make A smile :) )
My girl is an emotional tornado

with dark drip lips and a 

face pack of feelings.

Phone battery eater 

and an anxious sleeper,

the keeper of silent tears,

my girl is a worrier. 

My girl carries around

a backpack of what ifs

that make her shoulders ache

but there's 

room always for my heavy 

heavy head, this girl,

my girl, she's a soother.

And when the wind blows,

it ruffles her pretty

dresses and tresses

while her smile teases

and I am reminded

of what love looks like

unasked for and willingly given.

It's simple and effortless

and beautiful nonetheless.

inadequacy

fingers rub at your throat

as you think of what is to come 

the usual the known

the boring

and you find yourself longing

for some devilry

some deviancy

and maybe it is just you caught

up in the romantique of the greener grass

but what is grass to skies and

seas that you long to swim in

go on

be a fucking river and flood all over 

what dreams the pond holds.