Obscured by cigar flume
Lady in white
Covered in wings
To conceal her
Sparing me
Seated stare winsomely
Waiting wishing
For one day
To eventuate
Daring me
Ladies lounge leisurely
Revealing all
Despairing none
Freedom falls
Sharing me
Where we’re from the birds sing a pretty song, and there’s always music in the air.
Red Room, Twin Peaks
Where can I go
To unwind
From the drama
Of life?
Fragile and bound for posterity
Our parallel narratives
Collided for a time
Drank in like wine
Left us sobering
Waiting for the next flight
To anywhere
Warm blooded memories
Remain and regain
Lost ground in love's
Demilitarized zone
Rejoice, I have a home
Cosy on the shelf
With volumes of unspoken prose
Sing it in the street
Chanting,'who will keep me now?'
Lost love archives
Dust off faulty pride
And bloom in hidden rooms
As night lights glow
Brightly
Smelling her sweet perfume
Faint air of blossoms
Sting of nettles
Scent of leaves
Fluttering freely
Rain is coming
Shelter in with me
until the weather
turns us round again
Who laid out
All the stars
In their spheres
For me to admire
Do you sense
Your power
Over me?
The muse's muse
who broke
Cupid's heart
She is calling
Me out
Crawling out
Of my shell
To what end?
To admire her
And her world
Her stories
to tell
Thomas Wainewright Collection, TMAG.
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