The Ticket

Anticipation excitement, butterflies wings brushing the insides. Crowds pushing in , squeezed in an emense group hug. Hot , heart racing amidst a sudden rush of fear, to close, to tight. The sound of voices but hearing nothing. Swaying with the wave, damp hot palms, clutching my piece of history. Admit one? Admit hundreds, thousands. Flashes of light bring reality back, can't breath. Won't call for help, won't miss this , nothing else matters, this is everything. Life is everything? Sirens. Shouting. Black. Calm. Surrounded by blue, warmth , lightness engulfs every cell. Disbelief. Wonder. Acceptance. The wrapping of a warm blanket after a wet, cold adventure. Dozy perfection, unclasped hand, history no longer a concern. Admit One. Thank you. Next?

The lips

Opening and closing, sound escapes. Visually a plum or cherry parting to expose it's core. If only quiet to fully enjoy the lushness. A shape emerges, a heart, the tip touched by an angel's fingertips at birth.. ..it changes, softness no longer shared, tense, firm, straight line, colour drains as if all the juice has been squeezed from it. The sound harsh, hurtful, frightening, hard to look, eyes evert, wanting a mute button, wishing to wash away the hardness as you would sticky candy from a child's face. Loosening, relaxing, unable to define, what emotion is this now...curious.