busy soaking to
my bones the sun
found time to
crisp his skin:
oh what a worry
he would be
but our brew
was based
on youth, wine, an
summer’s haste:
so came joy,
burnt skin an
failed livers
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
So tell me; lover;
what mischief can we make?
what rules shall we break?
which pleasures shall we try?
tell me; lover; before we die.
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 11:05 AM UTC
the single pearl connected to rich gold
hung about my dark skin chokes
your prejudiced thoughts
the deep blue silk on
my dark caramel back
folds tightly
over your eyes
it distracts you from
my colour
and
the click of my Italian leather shoes
covering my ***** black feet
hides the way I
sometimes choose
to speak
it is sad
it is sad that there is more
difference
between the well dressed &
poorly dressed black
than the
well dressed &
poorly dressed white
- but check your thoughts
you know I’m right!
How do I know?
It is sad
‘cause
I’ve been taught and told
since lord knows how old
to think to feel to hold
the same ****
views
is how I know
it is sad
that if a child ever happens to me
either or neither boy or girl
from you,
I will arm them
with a single pearl
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC
I ripped out your heart
to weigh against mine
& to my delight
glad I did see
the scales tip
in favour
of me
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 7:11 AM UTC
THE SIGH (on hearing an ill friend is alive)
it started in my brain
it moved to my lungs
it swelled to my soul
and finished on my lips
-- relief; he is okay.
THE SIGH (on hearing a once ill friend is dead)
it started in my gut
it scattered to my lungs
it sunk to my soul
and finished at my eyes
-- regret; I have words unsaid.
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 4:02 PM UTC
on silk & velvet
the brew is based
on youth & wine
& summer’s haste
& of gin & joy
there is no waste
oh the town is drunk !
the town is drunk
on life
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC
but
of course it is tick
known tock
that money is
Time
and of course
Time ticks Things
and Things tock.
we need
and so
child,
you must do this
and tock that
and finish the other
for it not,
child,
silly child,
you’ll have very little
tick tock to spend
And even less
tock tick money
to enjoy
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 1:42 PM UTC
I wonder how many times
that hand has brushed those teeth
and fed that mouth.
How many doors it has opened
and things it has punched.
How many times it has pleasured
that body, pleasured a Body,
Belonged to another
Body, I wonder
how many times more
that hand
shall brush those teeth.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 6:48 PM UTC
our friendship would wither
my lips knew well
but the kiss was sweet
so they dare not tell
that with bricks from burnt
bridges a path we did pave
and cemented in youth
it lead to a grave
the inscription on which
read ‘killed by a kiss’
oh so pleased was I
that I did not miss
But sober now in the blinding day
so sad, I smell, the foul decay.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 5:04 AM UTC