DON'T AIR IT
HERE
                                Let the unsaid                                
grow
ferment and fester
behind
your wicked
lips
claim back
              apologies with passion              
as you rally
in the cause
leaving
hastily
discarded clothes
                                                        ­                    
                                            ­                                 *looking better
                                                          ­                     on the floor

I wear Rowan
though no fear I show,
this heart welcomes either fae, or foe
my skin feels his presence in my home,
a changeling
from
his
wood
abode

♥        Bake your love into little jam **** Heart       s
                 then fill the daintiest bone china teacup             s
               from fresh pots of liquid wisdom tea         se
           Add some tweedle-dee lump     s
   maybe one, or, stir in two
  Jokers, for a special brew Now, would you like to pour, or, shall I?

Eyes glint
your treat
behind sequined
mask of red
knowing smile
nothing said

Swirling around me
they danced upon frosted tips
over shimmering shards of grass
stirred by the early morning breeze
A hundred sparkling amber eyes watching as
I walk amongst them, smiling, mesmerized by such beauty,
enchanted on the turn of a new Season, now the last butterflies have gone.
Filligrees of autumn, flashing golden in the low Winter sunlight,
dashing off across the field only to return to peek once more.
Delicately, they flutter up around and skyward,
And I watch
magically
transfixed
as faeries
descent down
again from up above

When
nights are
wrapped
in silk
love glows
bitter-sweet
upon their lips
Bitten by the darkness
devouring each others taste
Stolen bodies
writhe
drenched in
silvery heat
Gasping
sated
lovers whisper
such tempting
secrets