Pirate Ships

Red and blue kites tumbling in the wind,

Lying in a sun bathed field.

Tall grass whispers,

Jeans wet from dew.

Beams gleaming and filter through lashes.

Grasping for dandelion faeries,

Holding tight and making wishes.

Light up and smoke new clouds,

They wander and then whip away.

Contented warmth, aided by liqueur.

Shoes tied tight around pale feet

That long to weave in cool air.

Hair flickers at the edges of sight.

Cigarette curls into nostrils,

Tongue arcs in recoil.

Fingers braid into clothes

And birds sing sweet symphony.

Not lost, no need to be found,

Surrounded by heat and good feeling all around.

Loneliness at its best.

Pulse runs calm, as time sweeps by

And the clouds mingle and make,

Pirate ships in the sky.

 

Reviews

[ebur™]

there's a whole bunch of description and expression in here, i love it. i love the last two lines too. well done! :)

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

I like it...
Great Job