Oh Witchypooo.....where are you? Seems I am feeling much better and want to come out and play...make you whine until it becomes another day.

Hugs, Trish

Slow Release….

Tepid sea foam green waters rock sails that gently pass,
As emotions, tethered at arms reach, slowly encompass,
Bringing sad rolling tears to drip in channels, but bypass
As feelings burst through cracked and moulded fibreglass.

Loving arms reach across and soothe the hot tears away,
While murmuring soft, gentle words, echoed to this day,
Yet feelings are outraged and panic rushes into the way,
Creating a mystery that keeps all suspicion held at bay.

Rocking to and fro until the shaking gradually subside,
And spent feelings, roughened with time, broken collide,
While anger wells from a dead place, so far down inside,
To create a vision, evil, that can’t be ignored or denied.

Drenched with perspiration, soaked deep upon soft skin,
Breathing heavy and releasing the scalding fire within,
While a gentle hand places sweeping strokes that spin,
A damaged body, spent out of control, as if in heaven.

No longer capable of the hatred, carried forth so long,
A flower opens, bursting with vitality, and very strong.