Prayers with the diving
sun,
Furtive petitions hidden
under the blackbird’s wing.
For you..
Pieces of my heart
stitched together,
Hastily stowed in
stockinged feet.
For you..
Damp kisses as garlands,
Covered in clouds of steam.
For you..
Swarms of thoughts humming
with virgin honey,
Around my crown.
For you..
Visions drifting in and
out of heaven’s gates,
Weaving dreams behind my
eyes.
For you..
A runaway piece of me,
Sleeping sound under the
last stamp.
From Lottie Aug 2012
From Lottie Aug 2012
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I'm not in just now, but you're welcome to stay a while and doodle me a note. Make yourself a cuppa if you like, otherwise there's some beer in the fridge, and probably some left-over chocolate cake. No pinching my turkish delight though, and whatever you do, don't feed the cat, she's completely loony.
Lottie