Create a pocket of escapism.

I need a hole in time.
I need to rip open the
vortex of reality and
mold myself a corner.
A creation of fantasy
based on reality that
escapes the daily grind
of realism. A safe haven.
Away from prying eyes,
where I can become lost,
lost in you, lost with you.
I need a crack in the universe
to slip through, a black
hole designed purely for
me. I need a pocket of sand
where I can connect, at
ease, at peace, guilt free.
I want a dark lagoon where
I can explore the darkness
where I can watch and show
and take and be, a little
space for only me, a little
place where we can be.

Karen Hayward ©2105.

A diamond ring on a safety chain.

What do you want, you colourful thing?
A diamond cast in a beautiful ring?
Or mountains of money,
Milk and honey.
What do you want, oh beautiful girl?
skirts and dresses,
And fabulous tresses?
No said the girl,
Looking up from her world.
I want only,
To know that when i say the wrong thing,
You wont rip of your ring.
When i’m three steps ahead,
My head.
When i’m home all alone,
You’ll still protect the throne.
I want,
To know that if i cry, an endless realm of broken tears,
You’ll talk away my fears.
That every time i fall,
You’ll whisper, stand tall.
I want to know, that when i am wrong,
You will tell me, not shout, or act strong,
Just tell me i am wrong.
I want to walk along the darkest paths,
To discover and have the greatest laughs,
Bare foot, and without jewels,
I want back, my life’s tools.
I just want to feel safe,
Rather than one foot,
Constantly in the grave.