Muggy Sunday Afternoon

© Maggie Moor

Are you real
Are you make believe
Are you real
Are you one
I’ve imagined just to fill these shoes

Crystal shards of scarlet sherry
Droplets cross this dusty room
Opiated mirrored faces
Muggy Sunday Afternoon
Are you real
Are you make believe
Are you real
Or are you one I imagined just to fill these shoes?
Punctured prism
Fractured vision
What decision
Must I make this time
None, so I, so other
So, why bother
Wish you were the truth
On this muggy Sunday Afternoon

Spoken Word:
Cherry stained pedals fading
Lavender white veins creep the edges
With a touch fade to blue, reflecting you
I’m a trading to you and I’m gonna fade into you
You take the smooth dark etching of my mind and
Make a new sketch round the edges
Blue and cracked maroon
Edges crumble, my edges, crumble tumble into the truth
But into you

On this muggy Sunday Afternoon