Shakeela Kingzley Poet Imagism

Under the Stars

Red beams and blue lights

Swinging in plain sight

Lips dripping lime sipping

Tastes of warmth on a cold night

Humidity is a breeze

Freezing with a knot

The air is hot

Thoughts are dark

Heavenly scents 

Ripped apart

White noise

Smoothly scratched

Bit by bit

Scars are matched

Smoke so thick 

Smoke so close

Tearing down

Black pantyhose

Bright eyes blue lashes

Skin so soft 

Peeling ashes

Animal instincts

Vanilla to the core

Sharpen the arrows
 
Levelling the score

Aim with precision

Aim with effect

Lower the laws

Of cause and effect

Quaking tremors

Muscular shakes

Under the stars 

Lying awake

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Pyramus Troilus February 8, 2015 at 3:51 PM "I wake up fine and dandy but then by the time I find it handy, To rip my heart apart and start planning my crash landing, I go up up up up up to the ceiling, Then I feel my soul start leaving, I'm pleading please, oh please on my knees repeatedly asking, Why it's got to be like this, is this living free, I don't want to be the one, who has the sun's blood on my hands, I'll tell the moon, take this weapon forged in darkness. I'll stay awake, 'Cause the dark's not taking prisoners tonight."