Vampyre tea

A rich cup of tea
sits beside me
the teabag turning the water red
almost as if it can feel the pain in my arm
where the vampyre puntcured me like an old tyre
spawned bruises
memories
history
time

honey makes a difference
it sweetens the ache
allows me to dream

 

A rescue of words

A ray of soft
kisses your skin
as bursts of warmth
has your heart begin

A flower grows
in the palm of your soul
where a rescue of words
breathes magic of old

A tune is played
upon your skin
as tinlges of dream
flutter within

And now it’s time
to relax and feel
that this moment here
is so very real