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Heather Feb 2018
Milk and honey
And China blue
Lemonade night-time shade
Heavy talks
Barefoot walks
Pale breath and quiet air
And hands in my hair
Trace each word in heart shaped lines
Divine

Talk to me in topaz
Because diamond’s just conceited glass
And oh, how I love your birdsong laugh
Killing the angry lurking silence
In which all soon shall drown
“What do you write about?”
“Depends. Nothing real mostly.”
“You should write about right now. This moment. It deserves a poem.”
Heather Mar 2018
Perhaps every fold of a slumbering valley
Every sombre bowing willow tree
Every shiny slate on a python’s armoured back
Are all just hieroglyphics
I have etched upon the wall
To make my platonian cave
Less drab

If the only real thing could be
The shape of your name
On my paper lips
Would that nothingness
Not be beautiful
After all?
Heather Apr 2018
I’m in love with the way
You draw my breath from me
And twine my hair
Between your fingers
I’m in love with the way
The water changes colour
I will drown
Heather Mar 2018
Back then
You smiled like a thousand green seas
Because the sky rained candy floss
Every passing car
Was a firebird soaring out of dark
Every tree
Blossomed with cashmere petals
Or glossy sweet fruits
And hearts and souls were made of cotton wool
Soft like a pillow
Warm like love
Jaded
Heather Mar 2018
Do you like these stars
Last night, I stole them for you
From the moons pocket
Part 3
Heather Mar 2018
Touch the rain
It may look to you
Like the clouds
Are a sheep
Crying
Because no one counts her
In their sleep
But the beads of blue
Are the stars decorating
The tarmac  
With ghostly grey diamonds
Or perhaps scattering the ashes
Of dead suns
It is the cold kiss
Of the wind
The brutal embrace of a tempest
The rain will wash
The pain right off you
Because those tiny lagoons
Are asteroids that never grew up
Most people I know hate rain because it’s inconvenient. I think the rain is beautiful.
Heather Jan 2018
My girl is drenched in sunlight
Every step she takes
She sets the hollow ground ablaze
Her hair is spun from silkworms fingertips
She is stained glass shot through with moonbeams

My girl is sewn in neon
Stitched with the violent nighttime glow
That renders shadows as indigo ink
Illustrates them so
In ways the quiet amber streetlights
Envy so

When she dies
I am certain that
My girl’s embers will burn dove white
In the twilight’s velvet sky
And outshine every other winking ember
As her smile did so in life
Heather Mar 2018
Roses are red, violets are blue
But only when they have just blossomed anew
For you see roses wilt and the violets do too
If they lose all their petals, stick more on with glue

I had traipsed through the garden and wandered the halls
Hung all the flowers from hooks on the walls
And then I put roses in gaps in the stairs
Where in low light at night my foot slips and then falls

At this point the crowds came with lilac bouquets
The lit all the lamps and set candles ablaze
My house shone from tower to cellar, the better
And the lights didn’t go out for days

Then a man made of wax came wandering through
He offered me wine, and I asked about you
He told me you’d fled and were due to be wed
To a kind gentleman who wore only one shoe

The daisies are white and the tulips are red
But to you they were pink, or at least so you said
For these days you wear pearls and are always well fed
A rose pricked your finger, from then on you bled

Honey is sweet, but syrup is sweeter
Buying white silk which is sold by the meter
Adorned all in diamonds, you were quite a sight
When an angel appears all the doves rush to greet her

So nevermind what your car crashes into
Your hair is still gold and your eyes are still blue
Daisies still white, and lilies are too
Can’t turn back the clock, but I get déjà vu
I’m not insane, just sleep deprived
Heather Mar 2018
Tangled in your arms
As you whisper into my neck
Every church chime at midnight
A petal pulled off a daisy
Heart shaped balloons
Falling
Not just asleep
I don’t want to say the word.
Heather Apr 2018
I wish I had
As many words as you
To say what I mean
The way you do
‘Cause no one says my name
The way you do
Wrap your arms around me
Like the rings around the sun
And hold me closer
Lost in purple velvet kisses
If this is
All we get
I’m okay with that
‘Cause no one says my name
The way you do
Come home soon
Heather Mar 2018
I’ll be your watch
Your grandfather clock
The voluptuous shadows draped across a sundial

I’ll be the seductive whisper of an hourglass’s sand
Cascading with the every elegance
Of a pearl in a crystalline oyster

I’ll be the waltz the hours
The spiralling, somersaulting chorus
Of a ticking timepiece
I’ll take the every delicate step
A breaking mirror takes
Unravelling in sharply drawn thread

I’ll be the sun on your skin
The amber embrace
When the morning unfolds
And I’ll be the light behind your eyes
On silvery nights
Heather Mar 2018
If
When the purple clouds envelope the blue wide world
If everybody is just made
Of doll parts
And given plastic eyes
To look alive
If the snow falls blackly
And the trees turn their backs
Might as well go down in history
Heather Mar 2018
By the time it’s day
I will have been as happy
As cut up paper
Deities 1/?
Heather Sep 2017
Once for remorse
Twice for regret
Three times to forget
And never again
Heather Mar 2018
I look to like
If looking likens likeness
To a likeness I should like
But your liking looks
Much more like a want
Than liking
Likewise I should like to look
For liking more that just anticipation
In you
Likely story
Heather Apr 2018
These days, when I smile
My lips are glazed in your voice
As though they are yours
Heather Jan 2018
Senseless, ******, visceral, vile
Creature of strange wordless spite
Your animosity is black as treacle
As though a mist of insolence
Lies thick within the torrid southern air
And tasting sour on my tender tongue

You are a king
Though not the only one
I am queen of the Nile

I am not she who slinks down spiral steps
Or sinks into your asphalt grip
Not she who twines herself around your marble chest
My name is not the one you ache to call

You carve out my skull
To decorate the walls with my soul
Man of granite, turn me hollow
**** me softly if you must
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Napj_I8kdHY
Heather Mar 2018
Why must you insist upon
Setting me alight?
You spit flames
And complain of how it burns your throat

How dare you lay so languidly
Sprawling across white sheets
And feign the sorrow of a faded silver statue
You spill across me
By virtue of a withered scarlet rose
Tearing scratch marks
They drip your inky blood

And what right have you
To turn your head
And insist
You love me after all?

So if you love me
Let me dry my eyes
Heather Mar 2018
If you’re not careful
You will become the person
People think you are
Heather Feb 2018
I’m held aloft
Atop a giant’s shoulders
Closer to the sky

I kiss the moon
And beg her
“Please come home, moon
We miss you”

Every night the quiet crimson flowers
Encased in glass
Hang from brown stalks
And cry bright tears

But what have streetlights to make them sad?
We might as well eat plastic
For breakfast

So I kiss the moon
And beg her
“Please come home, moon
We miss you”
It was a new moon and the streetlights were far too brights
Heather Apr 2018
Seeing is believing
So see me
Believe me
And cast your hollow faiths to the ground
Heather Mar 2018
With you it’s always
Cherry cola and car chases
Scratched CDs in an old stereo
Lights across the water
We breathe in full colour
And live in timelessness
Where they can’t catch us

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