Fabric fray

Black blue with white

Out of sight

As pieces come away

Hide with a scarf

Of flowers and colour

Smile with a hidden

Secret of other

Coloured moon

See you so soon

As you got away

From the madness

Of personalities

wanting pieces of you

Behind closed doors

You seem so bored

On the road whispers of fragmented

Words keep moving

Your fingers move the coloured scarf

Of Goghs painted blooms

Exposing the fray of strings show blue

Fiddling with the string

Your fingers gently tug the fray

Softly touch my skin

Then caress my neck

Whilst lingering

Fire burning within

Then pull away again

On the floor lays the fray

And you are no more