Abladeofgrass

[Present Time] That smile, the curve of your mouth, the shape of the crescent moon. Your whispered speech rises up above, and then drops down, to the rhythm of the lullaby of aroused naivety. All scatter-brained now, you look at me as if the spiral of your conversation could draw me in and wrap me up, thankful that I am not a piece of the broken jigsaw of your life. Tonight, my name is "convenient", and yours is "desperate". Should I be your adhesive? "So", your fingers are tapping rapidly against the wooden table as if you are possessed by a kind of nervous anticipation; and those auburn rings, your eternal eyes, dance around the room and

This hour, a regular victim of far-fetched dreams, never before existed in my waking world. Tonight, although the flame of my imagination continues to flicker in dance, I am looking upon a familiar reality. Silently I examine Adam's body, and allow myself to be stirred by the spices of ecstasy that his presence evokes. As he walks towards the bathroom, he unconsciously tugs a part of my essence along with him, casting around the room shadows of a simple longing, which swirl, like smoke from scented incense that we both savour as we slowly inhale. Unaware that I am awake, he glances back at me, and I squint my eyes to give the impression that

Some of us are visiting for the first time. Over here, a million miles away from home, where mountains protrude out of red earth and trees beam vibrant green with vitality, swelling with the many species that inhabit them; the sun covers the natural world from the tops of the mountains, creating a resplendently refining halo, to the glistening ocean, with the constant shimmer of a heightened reality. Vision is broadened from flashes of electricity back home – that predictable place to escape from the hard stare of reality – to a primitive place so real and so unpredictable that we are shaken, stirred inside, yet longing for more. W

We were painted across the room in the colours of emotion. It was only for a brief second that bristles slightly splashed the stagnant waters of thought, releasing a reaction of ripples that refined fleeing flavours of interest. One conversation ended and another began. Disconnected words plugged into new sentences; ideas spread out towards distant eyes, and tied the fray of their focus. They flamed, and then she blinked, to dissolve diluted desire into a fade of autumn embers, that attacked fallen leaves and left them burning with bruises. His delicate skin sizzled with the scorching reality of desire. She did not love him. She did not wan

With ears closed tightly to prevent the haunting howl of the halting bus echoing through my being and rudely dominating my thoughts, I realise there is no way to prevent my submission to the savage sound which lingers like the screeching of a wild cat. I wish the buses ran on time and were not so old that they continuously creak as they pulsate through each day of the week. . The stale odour of cigarettes swirls around the room and clogs the atmosphere with a shroud of sickly degradation, which reminds me I am wrapped around the weight of my responsibilities and stress-relief is a safe island from it all for a while. Work is demanding and

Today, sunlight splashes throughout the earth and bathes it in shades of glorious gold. The silent exhale of adoration breathes across the land an aura of brilliant youthfulness, to calm wicked waves of contentment that bashed seductively against the shore of the sensitive heart of humanity. My faded expression slides suddenly into a smile. In harmony with my surroundings, I am kissed with the flames of fabulous hope; absorbing blessed beams of appreciation. Passion ignites, and the lingering, curious shadows of my yesterdays flee far and vanish from my vision. Soberness is replaced with the refreshing air of artistic reality, and my day is