Eavesdropping

Black velvet night with lacy fingers Parted the curtains from my eyes They sat huddled there in solitude Twirling lemon water in this sizzling heat Are they talking about me? Swinging under the leaves like grass I can see their lips move Screaming softly, a waltz thru sore throat Eyes glance my way As the world turns slowly watching me Strumming my hear strings Take me on the back of a bird I need you Cold building, cold shoulder Emotions ripple thru me Midnight has finally come Talk over, they depart Forehead ablaze, I chose to sleep For Debbie’s ‘ Stream of Consciousness’ contest