Little honey bee
Nectar is waiting for you
Come sip this sweetness.

She wants to leave, now.
The heart beats on, for it must,
Choice eludes her, still.

Little bird
Corrupted
No longer a symbol of
Freedom and flight.

Little bird
Distorted
Your flutterings haunt
My featherlight, restless
Dreams.

Little bird
Polluted
Hover no more, Horror feathers
have no place here,
Migrate, away, begone.

Waiting for the theatre.
Not the greasepaint and glitter kind,
The scary scalpel suction kind.
My costume an open backed frump sack,
Out of it,
Tripping on tranqs.
Thirsty, nervous, needy for love,
Searching in strange places
Reaching out to unknown faces,
Will anyone care if I never come back?
Counting the minutes
In blood pressure increments,
I dig the sedation
Please
Give me some for the rest of this year?

I don't miss you.

Every feeling you had
mirrored my own
uncannily.
You are still my sweet obsession,
Which means, I believe,
That I am yours.

One of us will crumble, stumble,
Into contact.
One of us will come.
And so, I need not miss you,
I am certain, somehow, that we are not done.
You still have a part to play in my life,

You're still there
You still care.

I want to take your hands and pull your body onto mine,
Wrap myself around you,
Sense your pulse quicken, hear you breathing hard,
Let you feel me tremble.

Take a moment to register the connections.
Take a moment...

I press my cheek to yours, and hold it there,
Feel your fingers tangle in my hair.
I kiss your neck, you ******* own...
You'll want to linger, but I slowly bring my lips to yours, and moan
with helpless, inescapable desire.
Tentatively opening your mouth with my tongue,
I flick your own, flick, flick,
The most delicious lick,
Probing deeper, sweeter and sweeter,
Now we are touching, in so many different ways,
I am about to explode just thinking about it...

How I want to kiss you.
How I want to be closer than this.
How I want.

I want to take your hands,
Pull you firmly against my body,
Wrap myself around you,
Let you feel me tremble.

Take a moment to register the connections.
Take a moment...

I want to press my cheek to yours and hold it there,
Let your fingers tangle in my hair.
Move away slowly and place my lips against your neck,
Let you taste mine.
You'll want to linger, but I'll look up
And softly press my lips on yours and moan,
Such utter longing, inadvertent, impossible to suppress.
I'll open your mouth with my tongue
And flick your own, flick, flick,
The most delicious lick
becoming deeper, probing sweetly, and now we are touching
in so many ways, I am
about to explode just thinking about it...

How I want to kiss you.
How I want to be closer than this.
How I want.

When there's lust in love
It is so strong, it, it...it
could almost **** you.

It, it...it overwhelms you
In the corners of the morning
In the all exhausted evening,
Every moment; all the time.

Lust, and love, together
Sensual, hedonistic pleasure,
Altruistic, all-encompassing,
Of this, we mortals dream.

Relentless Desire,
The worst kind of hunger.
Tears follow every moment of ecstasy,
I grieve for my unassuaged lust.
I long for you in delirium,
Pull at my own skin, disturbed
by another pull within.
I am angered by helpless want
Raking my nails across sheets sodden ,
Soaked with desperate dreams,
Staring for hours at an addicts face
Hollow, ashen, hungry, sad
Afraid.

Heart of all my hope,
Never leave me,
I would be bereft,
Longing for the soul who made me whole.
Give me just a moment
To make you my own,
I will entwine like ivy
Around your burgeoning heart,
Trailing tendrils of my former life;
Dessicated leaves of loss
Swept away by the winds of change.
A hurricane
Heart of all my hope.

Sipping good whiskey,
Thinking of you, sipping me,
Let's find some ice cubes.

Dim sum
Between finger and thumb
Canny little package
Dip it in soy.

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

We would have had a glitterball life,
All excess and adoration,
Caffeine and *******.
We would have had filthy, frantic ***
And stayed up all night
Talking, dancing, drinking, laughing,
We would have burned each other out
And pulled each other apart.
You would have drowned in Jack Daniels,
I would have lost my mind
It didn't happen
We saw sense
And ended it, amicably, exactly when we should have done.
I hope you found a calm and practical girl
To pull you into line,
I hope you are happy,
I hope you are okay.

Hashtags. I hate them.
I would rather be ignored
Bye Hellopoets.

Hashtags.  Ugly slash.
Poems full of trash, rated
Highly, hashtag rash.

What do I have?
A loving friend.
Then, I have,
I have
Everything.

Take my hand,
Seize my heart,
Do not let me break apart
Lead me into places of darkness and light,
Follow me with gladness
through each day into the night.
All ugliness and cruelty
is nothing, with you here,
And I will not be afraid
I have my friend, my friend is near.

What do I have?
A loving friend.
Then, I have,
I have
Everything.

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.

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.

I'm going to transmigrate my psyche
into my cat.
Spend most days curled in a beanbag,
Emerging only for food, cuddles and a quick saunter round the garden.
On days like today,
I'll lay down in a shaft of sunlight
And playfight with my brother
In the tentative February glow.
I'll be well rid of human angst
And inner turmoil,
Content to acquiesce to occasional petting
Soaking up affection
Purring softly in response.

Sadistic kisses froze me.
Though I begged for melting,
He laughed as I shivered
And stripped me bare.
Oh, the cold, I cried.
Immobile and compliant as he staked my heart.
Impaled on an icicle,
My blood froze where it ran
But then, I found a fire.
Now I burn
And he freezes, unaware
That he shivers, lost and bare.
I am sad to hear him cry
For, no succubus am I.

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

He is a gentle, lonely man
Looking for love
But willing to accept
company, and comfort.
He is crying alone, now,
In a vast and empty bed
Having said goodbye to another someone
Twelve hours later than advisable.
Those transient lovers
Are always impressed with his beautiful house,
His designer bed, with Harrods sheets
Everything white, and the best of the best.
He tells them he's an architect, and it shows
In the immaculacy,
But last night he took home a builder
To ***** and rumple those pristine sheets,
And he wished for an excuse to knock through the walls
And tear it all down,
So he could keep him, to rebuild.

I want you to cradle my heart in your hands,
Gently, oh so gently,
But you only want to fumble with my *******.
Both are too precious
For your clumsy, greedy kneading.

Needing…Needing…
Bleeding…Bleeding…

You only ever wanted
The outside
You disregard
The love that lies within.

Impregnation
Inevitably results in conception
You are prolific,
And I, so very fertile.
The gestation period varies
I, heavy with creation
Give birth to words.
Our children delight us
One day, they too
Will speak, and seed.

Snap clack a strap
Against a yielding thigh
There's nothing functional
About soft and silky stockings
Tethered to a slender belt.
Take this challenge;
Run your hands from heels to hips,
Many textured pleasures
As you run your hands past satin seams
The shock of smooth flesh
Giving way to moistness
As you reach the final prize.

Where you want it, you won't find it,
Where you find it, you will return unbidden,
Hopelessly addicted
to the chemicals of connection.
Tentative mental kisses
Become heartfelt communion
Elusive and fleeting and forever.
Breathe it, live it, be it,
Love it, shape it, coax it gently into life.
Do not run from it, do not be afraid
to grasp and hold it, to let it overwhelm you,
Or, to let it go.
It may be gone in a moment, or
grow, and change,
It might live forever, or instantly die.

You’re a jester,
Trading nasty jokes for belly laughs,
For the ****** King and his insane court.
At first, they laugh
At your tired old antics
And desperate attempts to get attention,
You’re slipping on spilled blood
And juggling hearts
For lack of anything really humorous with which to entertain.
You draw the eye
With your flamboyant clothes and sloppy painted face,
But once drawn, interest wanes with shocking speed.
You can’t keep any of them,
But you don’t really care,
As long as you’re laughing.
You’re a jester.
You’re a fool.

Juices flow for you
Creative and otherwise
Most delicious muse