Around a glittered lake I stroll,
its water flecked with spots of peach.
Specks of light that whisper warm,
the dreams of homes that live there, each.
The glowing hue I follow round,
but stopped by something soft.
I lift my head, my face, my eyes
to the figure before me, lost.
A halo of watery moon light,
hangs about its head.
"I am but a lonely shadow",
is what the stranger said.
Filled with disbelief I feel,
my heart contract with fright.
The dust path billows beneath leather boots,
twirling away from the sight.
A darkened arm curls around my own
and the bitter wind be stills.
"Fear not" the shadow whispers
like the wind amongst the hills.
Enclosed by warmth a sudden,
a fluttering appears.
Transported to the woods above,
just this befriended darkness near.
Hours dance about the night
as sheltered secrets I am told.
Warmth engrosses all around
whilst the mellow evening grows but old.
Sunlight creeps into the sky
and new love begins to fade.
"Find me not by morning,
only drifting behind the shade."
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
Sitting
in high places.
Windowsills,
balconies,
Roof top terraces.
The Eiffel Tower,
branches.
Looking
down as if
I am God.
Or just a crow?
Feeling
and looking
like art. Poised
to be observed.
Hang me.
In a gallery.
Climbing
through mud and roots.
Breathless
just to be higher.
Or I'll lean
over a balcony
and try
not to
fall.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
I feel like a child
of the moon and the stars.
Every setting
of all my daydreams
Take place at night time.
But my lust for the dark
is not why I take
my Mother's hand.
I take hold of the moon
as I was already there.
The blackened mirror
at the heart of my home.
Its captivating me
all over again. Every time.
But the moon mother
doesn't see me at first.
Show me night sky, stars
I'm ready.
Mother, I am here.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
Sometimes the sky was a funny kind of colour
Sometimes she didn't know quite how to feel
Sometimes the lilting glow of moonlight
Answered all her questions.
Sometimes she needs to feel how she felt
Sometimes the rain pattered on the window
Sometimes she was submerged in a tidal wave of thought
And her questions were answered.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
Cold eyes hang above an overcast
bed and my arms indent
this tainted spread.
One more time, pressing down
and I have no will but
the want to have this second still.
And so I stay, but should I leave?
Rather than be pressed
and have my mind sieve
the minutes through
a darkened room, alone and
cold and unsure but you
You make me stay, how? Who knows?
As long as we're drifting
across this stormy ocean - tossed about,
I'm close to broken. But bruised and beaten
and battered blue? The appeal's there.
I'll stay forever, provided you swear.
And so I lay, contemplating my friends
and sanity, but O, what is
my concious thought? All I could say
could still be sought when all
is done and the scene is closed,
I shiver and sigh and do not know.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
There's a world outside my little square window
that overlooks fields and woodlands and sunsets
and that world overlooks a bustling avenue with
shutters on windows and constant, humming traffic.
There's a world outside my little square window
that keeps wakes me with the same sun every morning
and the same old singing birds,
and that world rouses me with a different kind of music;
of people and chatter and busking and life.
There's a world outside my little square window,
a world I would never have been tired of exploring,
and that world is named Paris.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
I see no clouds
by my eyes,
no air be stills these
powder blue skies.
Smoke curls through
the sun scattered trees,
a whisper of bliss,
a touch of green.
A monumental grandness
disparages naivety
of a summer breeze.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 8:54 AM UTC
You're like a white, hot flash of lightning.
Burning with passion and heated desire.
But just like a lightning strike, you never stay for long.
One flash, bursting across the sky, filling my heart with excitement,
then gone again.
And just like the lightning, you bring the thunder and the gale.
The darkness of a thousand rumbling clouds sweeping across my sky.
Shaking every branch of my being and rousing the rain from my eyes.
All in one flash, bursting across the sky, filling my heart with a beautiful dread,
then gone again.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
Draped am I, across his chest and
with heavy hands, him firmly pressed
to me, in dark rooms; split with light.
Legs are tightened and glazed eyes, bright.
To feel his lips as they swallow my tongue,
above heaving ******* of two so young,
would be transcendent if he were mine
and eloping as lovers in heat, sublime.
A shadowed denizen writhing, elated,
under a favourable mouth falling, sedated.
Grappling, unfastened, vivacious and soft
as against the wall pushed, and held aloft
was I as a body, so virtuous - yet carnal
and was held again with a hunger, infernal.
Again were we guilty in a frenzy so vicious
of a tantalizing ecstasy of resentment so delicious.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
Sitting on a motionless boat, bobbing, futile. Smoking until we are reduced
into galactic clouds of ash, being propelled only by future and talking about poetry and poets and literature and the classics until we fall under the impression that we might just know what we're talking about.
Willing the days to fast forward unto something more exciting when we might not even know, just yet, what exciting means. Talking about
all of the cities to which we are going to travel and smoke more cigarettes
and drink red wine when, really, we can't stomach the taste of the stuff.
Breathing shallow, through the hours, as we dream ahead of adventures and being grown up. Watching the sky fade from azure to rose to indigo as we hope with each rising and falling heartbeat that reality won't burst our bubbles and squeeze tears from our saline drenched eyes.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC