Sunlight and shade on a skeletal spine
Reaching fingers into a clear blue sky
Coloured dress and falling fringe
Not all my thoughts are studying impinged

Dancing words and an open smile
Your every move a different style
Many pens and a small hand bag
You cannot hear the words I never said

Your photo image is the brunt of my jokes
But well done you have given up the deadly smokes
Swapping glances across the room
I watch the afternoon sum, darken into gloom

I take my time on what I’ve said
And when the darkening windows turn to mirrors
You’re the vista I see instead
Tentative now as the Bates are known as killers

Cherry lip balm on soften lips
And when they talk they become my muse
And when they don’t they offer other stimuli
A visual tropic hard to deny

Well there you go you know my secret
Upon the rhyming words I like to peruse
Along the line of light and dark I tread
Just some fun with the words you just read