Caught up in your stardust kisses, I reach for my brush and paint a galaxy with only you in it. -Our little piece of heaven at the edge of the world. Laura Marie Copyright: Laura Davis © 2018, all rights reserved.
I pick up a hot steaming mocha-latte From my local coffee shop, Pull up a chair And stare across At the Starbucks over the street. There’s a Costa And a Caffè Nero too, No more than three doors apart. I take the first sip of my coffee. Slow. Mulling over the bitter-chocolate foam. After the … Continue reading Coffee Stop
he looked at her and his smile wrapped around her like bendable sunlight: impossible, perfect, and then and then... snowflake kisses under a summer cloud before evening dances across a forest and over London's bridges. And she thought, "The language of laughter, your own personal dialect is dangerous to me. It pulls me in, like … Continue reading smiles and kisses
just ask, he said, drawing me closer. For what? I asked. yellow specks were running through his irises, colliding with a splash of grey-blue- the exact same colour of a cigarette packet my mum used to buy. just ask, he said, if you want to kiss me. and I could taste the smile on his … Continue reading grey-blue
I am the empty, meandering lake, carved and scooped out by the edges of your finger nails. I am the echo from the top of a mountain. Your icicles drop and slice through the centre of my heart. The stampede charge beside my river, buffalo stomp, panic, kick up veld; The cracks grow, longer, thicker, … Continue reading Core
Before Gaps in the cloud's quilt-work reveals light splashes of blue, the sun smiles on the clouds' fleeced edges; a celestial white glow, closely contrasted by deep, winter grey. Threads of black separate from the main body of those stretched, scruffy white ovals, and reach out like a thin, broken arm, slowly trying to knit … Continue reading 16.10.17: five minutes under a morning and afternoon sky
He looks at her With half-closed Eyes, watered With last night's Dreams and Whispers "Good morning" In a voice still Dripping with Sleep's warm Honey. Laura Marie Copyright: Laura Davis © 2017, all rights reserved.
Leaves that are long fallen, curled and dry, skirt up and dance around our still feet in their reds, yellows and greens, and for a moment I get lost, swimming in the light hues of your hot-chocolate eyes. You tell me that my eyes aren't green; that the way they change colour, the way it … Continue reading about your eyes
You haven't lost Until the prospect of victory Is so far beyond your reach That it's now a dot; A speck. You call for it, But it doesn't hear you - Won't hear you. That's when you've lost. You've lost when victory Doesn't even want you. Laura Marie Copyright: Laura Davis © 2017, all rights … Continue reading Lost
How can you turn a blind eye to her meticulous exhibit of scarlet slashes, or the fact that she's locked away her soul, and swallowed the key? Can't you see she's crying her life out? Metal tears and burning sobs - a heart that can't take much more. A girl who was once full bloom … Continue reading Petal