Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The sun is not up
She is
Puff the magic dragon
Coffee by French press
No microwaves allowed
Now it’s oil on the body
The moon seemed to roll up and put his legs around her
The dead husband looks on
She hears him say
“ what are you worried about? Go have some fun”
He was that all day and night
Laughing
Miss his ass
The way he smelled like surf
Those Kennedy looks
Mmmmm
He trickles in like tropical rain
Love like a hurricane

the poetic musings of real life relived in savvy eyes...

Phone rings
Declined the call

Sun came out
Dresses ready to go
Cigarettes call to her
She wants one so bad it is ridiculous

Son visiting in a half an hour
Too excited
Ya thankful