Tangy Lemonade

Warmth tingled through her skin,

Kissing porcelain with fiery lips.

The risk of burning was worth it.

Lemonade forced a pucker within sips.

 

Wind swirled, teasing the trees,

And Branches danced with the rays of light.

The spread towel soft against bare back,

She wished to keep at bay the night.

 

Stilled as stone, she lay exposed.

No clouds fluttered across the skies.

Birds sang a reckless tune,

And she let go the softest of sighs.

Magic

Magic swirls in dusky skies

playing fun

playing hell

On other people’s lives

And yet not many believe in it.

The power of magic

To take your pain away

Or deliver another dose of it.

It brings roses, daffodils, tulips

to Life

And at the end of the day

Snuffs out their light.

It empowers people to fight for their dreams

And also knocks those on pedestals to their knees.

Oh wonderful magic, it plays its tricks

But you best believe in it.

It may help or hinder

But it’s definitely there.

Grab hold to its tail

And dear wanderer,

Beware.