Lay your hands on my cold and fragile bottle;
hold the cork and twist me-
gently--
slowly--
don’t stop until you hear me pop;
set my spirit free and I go astray-
into your soul so weary;
close your eyes, smell the earth in me-
herbs, tobaccos, vanillas, trees-
savor the aroma of heavens;
now pour me down in the empty glass-
of love and affection;
touch me with your lonely tongue;
indulge my warmth-
wrapping your delicate heart;
little sips-
after
little sips;
until-
you lose control.

This is just a theory or thought or
One man’s Stupid Opinion but
Maybe when we mixed our blood
We created an entity
A force
And when we said our goodbyes
It went to sleep
Dormant
Hibernating
And now it’s awake
Out of its cage
Wild
Free
Needing to be fed
Our
Words...
Course it’s just a theory or thought or
One Man’s Stupid Opinion

Cracks! Cracks in the ground
cried an old maiden in the town
and everything went wild—
a wind blew inside, an eerie kind
and cracks slithered around
as angst bloomed in the crowd
Houses; pubs and shops screamed
the barren land with blood gleamed
and the grasslands split into two
—as all winged hid behind the blue

Kids! Kids in the ground!
came a wilting, wingless sound
and shrieks danced in the abyss
—till dark ****** in a silent hiss
and more fell and all ran
till all fell and none ran—
The earth closed her crusty lips
chewing them all to little bits
but there stood in all the blur
—a nightly curse that you were

and the old maiden sat scared
wondering why she’d been spared
the four moons, for a blink, kissed
—no leaves moved, no winds hissed
nothing shuddered until— did— all
You swayed away as the sky begin to fall

Cracks! Cracks all around!

Filter tips with Zeus’ choking grip
groping lips -
     feathered
        - gasping
Blow back ‘stick it down your throat’ throw back
Wipe your mouth
Black treacle

You stole my body from the doll's house,
Refurbished - like new
And ran it home in your tight, clammy grasp.

Unwrapped - undone - and clutched to your chest,
Your favourite prize in a pile of bones.

When the cuts from your nails went sour and stank you medicated me -
A noble doctor! So lucky you are! Just look at the leathery smiles he keeps behind cabinet doors.

Now gone, the sores still weep

No cure

No quick fix

Used - for parts

girls are made of fluff
fluff covered slug covered girl
when is the girl a girl
when she is the fluff on a slug on a girl?

I feel like an old pair of trousers left in a drawer
only brought out when you’re desperate cause you don’t want to be left naked
vulnerable in your knickers
better than nothing
I don’t fit what you want anymore
but you don’t fit me
so let me be in my drawer
I’ve got clothes for company
they don’t wear me out
whilst I keep them warm