Yara

You pull on your gloves, take your time, tell him beat it Bud, remember which tune, that mends broken lives, hear it still beat true, heaven's a cover, when you reach that line, never sing it in blood, ahall I hum it for you, listen to the clock chime, you have nothing to rue, praise all those who scrub, lead generous lives, they'll always find love, like never want to chew, mysteries of your life, there's so much to do, hear the wind above, savour each red wine, fly like a released dove, never be frightened.

Xareni

In a room that creaks, listening to the rain, I turn to him and speak, say this is not my tune, he looks away, my words are too few, the walls are washed green, the moon sits waiting, It knows where I've been, Paris and sunlit avenues, not somewhere opaque, places with sinews, wrapped in a cotton sheet, he pulls at my traces, his long gait and knees, the shingle is slippery, the bed's like a cradle, you can smell the sea, love marks the day. .

Willow

We live or die in here, the first one offers wine, others circle near, bereft of any lonely starts, our debts remain high, the journey always far, a moon shows trees sere, each place circled bright, no one hides their fear, whoever makes their mark, another wonders why, chirps some happy part, lemon eyes cry bitter tears, chill a sparkly night, rise of danger always near, before any falling star, a place withr sodium lights, tells you where you are, on walls is written life,

Virginia

Please try to release me, is it really so hard, when I'm not yours to be, there are other plans, that are not for sharing, can't you understand, that tune in blue seas, spreads light on the dark, spins back on the lee, you somehow need to snare, say heaven's a card, plan when we get there, you can set me free, not chained to the earth, with little homilies, those hymns to serendipity, that you say are fair, your voice so discreet makes me feel scared.

Trinity

Is this what we're taught, you know about horses, how to turn them out, won't you take a chance, forget about losers, come with me to France, they have lovely waters, shuddering at what's sought, makes me pause for thought, is it me askance, scouring life for daughters, that boil not yet lanced, laugh our simple laughter, play a world wise chord, places still left for wonder, we'll use it for balance, ride around like Lords, give tickets to chancers, everything's bought.

Saylor

Your face to the ozone, somewhere far from fantasy, tells me all I know, miles away from deadlines, dread political commentary, a love combined with mine, your cheeks smooth as loam, when your torso pulls free, helps me bake my scones, on Sunday's we drink wine, and you my lover seize, life from this gentle clime, we resist its tooth comb, dance like honey bees, around the rhododedrums, on a footpath without signs, in a house besides the sea, we choose to spend our time, as our bodies list and groan, let us dare to be, angels coming home, watching ships eternally.

Riley

Your smile tells me prance, sat here in the lee, the fear of being danced , voices raise smart chit chat, all its ever been, places filled with chancers catch the gaze of nuance this is not new me, him with his faded flowers, he holds my hand and asks, is it lemonade or tea that keeps me balanced, behind him bean counters, point out rooms to party, smoke and look around, others drink from flasks, watch as i suffer quickly, just forget the past, can we go gome quietly ?