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Black hole
Moon eyed she goes
She is one of the stars
Lonesome she is
In the presence of Mars
Soon her reflection renews
She is a planetary part apart
Memories become brand-new
She is solo in this system
And as the lights dim
He becomes hers
She sucks us in
Until everything’s hers
Friday 19th April 2024 3:33 pm
I am Me
Getting better is as simple as getting up
and doing it.
Or, at least I think it should be.
Worrying about what I’m doing next isn’t helping
When I’m not doing anything right now.
A city on the clouds
Lined with golden bars and silver gates
The prettiest prison you ever did see,
The cloud 9 in the back of my head.
I sit here, and think, about how I
Sit here, ...
Friday 20th May 2022 6:02 pm
My Entity
Wherever I go,
there you are.
I see you
in stormy skies.
I feel you
in twilight.
I smell you
among the pines.
I hear you
whispering at night.
I taste you
in the words of every love poem.
You are nowhere to be found,
yet always around.
My entity,
you are the part of me I long to set free.
Monday 29th July 2019 3:50 am
Noticed
Noticed
I lived my life, most often, like a ghost,
ethereal, drifting from room to room,
a chill chasing me from pillar to post.
Rippling across the senses of those whom,
in solitude, sought meaning in their life
before they passed beyond it to the tomb.
I was not noticed by them, or my wife
who gladly let me rest in silent shade
whilst stab...
Sunday 19th May 2013 12:25 pm
Banished to Eden
We blend into each other’s colours
begging serpent’s curiosity of insidious skin.
Sullen hand removed, reveals scars in their beauty
motherhood replaced by conjured virgin within
Love’s chameleon tongues a hedonism
anxious lips kiss curved ribs appled in eye
pole dancing a Jacob’s ladder of debauchery
“Don’t move” you cry, and I’m flung far and wide
...
Sunday 2nd December 2012 10:36 am
Homecoming
Awaited awakening
loose lipped, tight tipped
Injecting deep into me
formaldehyde of jealousy
Rhythmic warm chill
presses on pulsating throat
sticky skin anoints
soothing balm of obssession
Surrender fills silence
thighs pillow dormant anger
your cunning apology
having resentfully missed me
tendrilled fingertip...
Sunday 25th November 2012 10:53 am
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