The day is now dead,
The night is alive, with dark
writhing delights, come.

I will never hide from you,
Never hide.
I will stride
boldly into war for you,
Fling myself before a gun,
Stake myself out in the sun.
What have I done? What have I done?
I've cried, I've lied, I've nearly died
I've blown my whole life open wide.
Do what you will
I'll always know I tried,
I tried, I tried, I tried,
I'll never hide.
I'll never hide.

You are delicious
And I long to distract you
With many delights.

Your hands are gentle
As they take me, create me,
Making love, and art.

Your gentlest kisses
Are like thunder and lightning
A storm in my soul.

Your face in my mind
Obliterating all else
Why must I still yearn?

We danced in the rain.

The purple rain.

I can never listen to that song again.

We found joy in repetition,

Now, I continue to repeat,

But all the joy is gone.

I miss your kiss,

But wish you heaven,

Wherever you are.

Once we danced,

It wasn't enough.

Maybe we can dance again

When doves cry,

My beautiful one.

I still have your Prince CD.
You'll never get it back,
Because it's all I have, now.
I'd rather have your hallelujah smile,
Your eyes that make my tummy jump inside.
I'd rather hear your voice,
Your laugh,
Than any of the songs
But
I still have your Prince CD.
I don't think you will ask for it back,
And even if you did,
You wouldn't get it.
You just don't get it.
You never did.

One to five kisses
Place them softly where you will
I'll try to keep still.

Dream on, poet sweet,
I will hold your words inside
When we sleep, we'll meet.

If I could break the world,
And slip between the cracks, your hand in mine,
To live within the molten folds
And ancient lakes
Buried in the rocks,
My darling, I would do it,
To escape what we have done.
I'd be with you forever,
Away from upworld,
Which despises us,
And wants to make us pay.
Come with me, beloved,
There are no angry spirits to condemn us, here.
All is accepted, in the down place,
We will be together,
Embraced by under,
In the dark.
We don't need to see,
Light reveals too much,
Just touch, touch, touch,
Touch, touch.

It makes me angry
That I cannot escape visual dissection
in my favourite place of words.
One picture
And a few hundred poems
But it seems I must be judged by the former.
Apparently,
I am trying to be popular,
I have machiavellian mammaries,
Cynically garnering votes.
Capable of that, it would seem,
But not of writing something worth reading.
I am angry that I allowed myself
To hide, anxious and afraid of upset,
I refuse to feel ashamed.
I am here.
Here I am.
I'm beautiful INSIDE.

I have never met you,
And yet, I know how you taste;
Like hope, and dreams, and
Like my love
You taste like my love.
You taste like the first warm wet raindrop
Of an English summer storm,
Like release, and peace,
You taste like my love.
You sound like a crackling fire on a frozen winters day,
A seagull's cry above a wild, unsheltered bay,
You sound like my love.
You feel like the sun's first gentle kiss,
Rebirth, and warmth; you feel like this,
You feel like my love.
I have never met you
And yet, I know how you smell, taste, sound and feel
Like my love
My love, my love.

Just to let you know,
You have my heart, you have me
And you always will.

There's little value
And no pleasure, in regret,
Yet, I can't forget.

Everyone that cares about me
Hates you.
Everyone hates you.
Everyone.
Except the one
Who really should.

All the things we said
Are inked on my body
As invisible tattoos
That no-one can see
Except me.

Don’t try to find me.
I am not strong enough to hide.
Cast your feelings far and wide,
Into the wind,
Let her catch them in her trembling hands,
And offer them to her hidden, hurting heart.

Find her.
She’s going to hide
Her heart behind a stone
And leave it there, alone,
She desperately wants you to find it,
You must search, until you do.