Jungle Gym

So let's relive our respective childhoods

drawing skulls and crossbones and 'X' to mark the spot in the sand

and hanging backwards off the swing

till our hair sweeps the ground.

We'll climb atop the jungle gym and talk about love

cause darling, that sun isn't setting any faster.

My Little Sweet

Lay your heart and locket on the chopping block my dear.

my sweet.

my damsel in distress.

I'll keep it safe. I swear to you.

Swear on my moon,

my star,

and my axe.

You needn't fear me.

Hush child, stay silent.

So still.

There is nothing to fear here but my wolves.

Pretty fearless wolves,

with bluer eyes than you've ever seen.

And teeth much sharper too.

So wear your sunday best,

that pretty pink dress, you know.

And your darling buckle shoes.

And run with me in the feilds meant for summer fallow.

Just be sure not to step on my pumpkin patch.

My little one

My darling

My sweet.

Hot and Modest

Too hot to stand it any more and far too modest to take off our clothes....

Underwood

Underwood Underworld
Trapped under a mahogany desk top...

Honeybush Tea

I live in a land of tall tales and vastly amusing half truths

Where you spend your days sipping honeybush tea,

and running through the tall grass

looking for tiny frogs to be our friends and possible princes.

But for now I spend my nights watching movies alone

and humming irish ballads

because I need someone to hold my hand

and watch for snakes

while we run through the tall grass....

Old and Gray

Our clothes may be soaking...

...dripping wet

and we've got burs and...

...twigs and....

....leaves in our hair

But oh the tales we'll weave when we are old and gray....

A change in programming...

Teea's back so Scoundrelly Aristocracy is reopening... So what to do with this blog?

Well basically I am turning this into my 'Poetics Blog'

basically it's going to be for random writings of mine that I consider poetic.

because I think that's lovely.

-Kelsey Lynn