Butter soft
who broke yon window
Its the east end Julie t'sun
Get up my justice and murder moons envy
Who is already sick and pale with grief
Her servant much hotter
But shes just jell
Pukey green dress
None seen dead in. Take it off.
My bae my love!
If only she knew it
Hearing words shes never said. What of that?
Argument in her eyes; I will answer it.
Be brave maybe its me shes talking to
Two screens glow on a midnight bus,
Lets get busy, eyes earnest
Returning twinkle to each other
Too much rouge upon her cheek shaming stars
Heavens glare caught in her gaze
Hairy region streamed in 4K light
Neon glow highlight birds confused think its daylight
Coming back as your underwear
That I might touch that cheek!
Categories:
julies, poetry,
Form: Free verse