Fairytale Heart

moody girl resting her head on me while i purge my thoughts to the page spilling like a dark red wine its all sticky but the words lay down in complacent indifference i prod them with a wooden stick wishing they would run and fly wishing they would speak with their own voice but they only give a sluggish lip service to the effort she is breathing a sleepy word of her own from my lap lover i type with one hand while the other is wrapped up in her dreadlocks this is my gem moment of the day we are alone and all the day is behind us twilight gathers us in its gentle arms and i can just live in the moment i can explore her always some new way to see this complex girl always some new way to be with her beautiful loves she makes my heart seaworthy the depth her articulate eyes say things to me that i would never had dreamt the storybook of her open face speaks to me romances me with her fairytale heart i am her prince she is my bride