love me deeply mr. horchata

Horchata, please?

I can't help but to think that this is where you be, with me, in the evergreens... lazy,sipping tea, and some horchata please. you like it rough, i like it clean. our lives shrivled. everything some fickle dream. nightmare how are you today? you left me waiting on the slowly rising bay. i drown. you die. i live. we cry. we're over in the beat of a drum i find the punishment you have done. you lie. you lie. you lie. yet the truth is never true, the wrong never wrong. someone else meets tampered weeps. another one happy. perfect. nothing pulled through her seams.
nothing lurking through her teeth.

She has rung

Ring

Ring

Ring

Answer her, before she leaves

Muaa Muaa..

my first blogger poem :)

The Second Kiss

Fingers touch and recess into the seams

Jackets torn by the leafy green

Thorns picking at the bending legs

Faces tilting in a certain way

Kinder looks seen before

On the faces that we adore

But now distraught is shining through

Worries fading into the blue

The sky colored waves washing over

The antsy thoughts still in the covers

Two lovers

One hovers

Two kisses

One listless

The second…

The second puckered touch

A wish that is becoming much

The prize and the rise of a tiny girl

A morning gesture in the judge filled world