Hap's Poems

[Happy Colours]

Heartache

Her fingernails trail down your back
Evening out your bumpy skin
And you think for a moment how wonderful she is
Raking her teet on your neck
Tasting the warm sugar that crawls out of the wound
And you think out loud of how wonderful you are
Creasing your back with her hands you laugh
Her lips are chapped and dry
Evening out your bumpy skin.  

[Happy Colours]

You & I

Please do not lift my clouds,
I like to dream in the air.
Please do not judge my thought,
for I hate to take my dears for granted.
Forgive me if I like to play,
it makes my voice grow louder.
Forgive me if my kin gives way,
and shows me who to be.
Please do not let me cry,
I like to smile in your dreams.
Forgive me if I like to pray,
it makes you and I grow higher.