For a second there I thought you reappeared.

It rains a lot this time of year.

We both go together when one falls down.

I talk out loud like you're still around.

I drown,
In the depths of your eyes
I should feel shame
But to say it is a lie
I'm lost in your touch,
The smell of your skin
With you,
Hell is worth our sin
To taste your lips,
Breathe your breath
I would die
A thousand deaths
I will stand at Hells gates
And smile passing through
Just to know
I'll burn with you

I look into the mirror, but who do I see?
I don't understand, that surely can't be me?
Twisted,odd, chained and not free.
The face looking back looks very lonely.

They look lost, confused if you'd like,
In a way confused, unsure of their life.
They seem to have endured so much, but I am only young.
Is this a future that I can outrun?

The face is too skinny,the hair way too long.
This cannot be me, surely it's wrong?
He looks so regretful, like he's lost the will to live.
Or maybe society has changed him, almost put him through a sieve.

I only wear my red lipstick
when im feeling sinister,
when im feeling poisonous.
I only wear my red lipstick
when im on the prowl,
searching for my prey,
ready to pounce.
I only wear my red lipstick
when im loving you,
when I feel close to you,
when I feel close to you,
almost melting.

I only wear my red lipstick
for you.

Is it Poetry
to find beauty at the bottom
of a notepad
is it just scribbles & scratches.

Is it Poetry
to glimpse those love lines at your mouth-
how they remind me
of your cracked lipstick smudges.

Is it Poetry
to get lost in the library
to catch a wisp or wave- of your
electrostatic love.

But What IS Poetry.
The cascading colours
swinging, singing and dancing from this monitor.
From you.
                                                        Hello. Poetry.

How're you today?