
L for Lolly Isles
So, I cried today, tears ballooning out, filled with rusty red iron fillings not helium. Heavier levy stains to remark, sultry feelings in waiting status.
Chamber maids song triumphant, the moss grows over the line of yesterdays tide already, steady…
Encumbered, lovers, at once smothering and also inert.
The anticipation on vacation, the implications of my hesitation only, scold me. Be bolder, be.
Stop blaring, bluntly, my ‘real-life’ human friend poked at my oozing aniseed eyes, stringent with attempted stymieing.
The want to be angelical over her, read in shudders of vibrancy, burnt surrendered burden runners footsteps best heavier.
Passion plastering me layer after paper, glue, paper layer.
Billboard laminated in doctrines of repetition, all my thoughts into noughts, cycling, recycling, sites of excitement rites.
Try as I might. Too emotional by cut quarters. Caught her, in me, see.
Crosses stamped as kisses, a finale to a love note that’s just been started. Ready to need it. I’ll reason with my being to be patient, twitching.
I can feel her presence beside me, captured among the frozen lolly isle in style. Rockets of ice, fruits to cream, delicious, she is in betweenness.
Peerless, in isolated low temperature registers, perfect refrigerants slant to cool my temptation to touch her forbidden hand. Work hardened Giddy, but freezing, shakes from thorax down to quicks.
Do I ride the emotive forces sledge ridden strategy? Satisfactory massed on me.
I wish for her, as I lope, sliding closer to the slope she’s arriving at. A date, but, for now only numerical, currently seen, yet distance has made for fonder embellishments, imagined. I smell her hair with relished rates, increasing modes of realistic states cometh?
Soon the day I’m baiting for, sure will arrive and to thrive in her company spores. Magnifying mantels burnished together, so tightly packed until they open to show the magma ferrite core.
A small token only given, I’m precocious, be forgiving. You nullify my introspection, suspense is in glees position.
About the Creator
Paul Beckett
I’m a writer, horologist & joy filled explorer. Reality to me is plastic. I’m fascinated with time, quantum physics, analogue and fashion.
My writings at least 69% autobiographical, often 99%
Fav:Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams- S.Plath




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