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Just because your name
Doesn’t tentatively trip off my tongue
Doesn’t mean it’s not smouldering
My mouth from the inside out
You are the only place I’ll ever belong.
Hayleigh Jul 16
"Make love to me" she said.
"Use nothing but your words".

So I slid sentences down her chest
Scratched rhymes down her spine
And spilled soft, syllables into the curves of her neck.

I poured prose beneath her clothes
Left suspense in spaces and
Passion in sonant embraces.
I coloured her in cliches.

I kissed entire novels into her navel.

Her eyes gazed into mine as she began to unravel and unwind
As I slowly, unbuttoned, undressed
Indulged in and caressed
The fantasies in her mind.

Mesmerised, I memorised
Her from cover to cover.

Our bed the paper
Our hands the words
Our lips the verse.
Hayleigh Jul 16
She leaves stars in my mouth, sunshine splayed across my tongue.
Hayleigh Jul 16
How is it my hands feel foreign on your skin?

I don’t know where I end and where you begin.
Hayleigh Apr 2019
How is it
Every person I kiss
Still leaves your taste
On my lips?
Hayleigh Mar 2019
These people, these lives, these houses, these homes, these hills, these trees, these animals, these rivers, these seas.
We are not building an empire, we are destroying one, and every living, breathing thing in it.
We are walking catastrophes, entire tsunamis tripping off our tongues, rivers rolling between our lips. Streams of change, ebbing through microplastic in our veins with nets around our necks.
Let us be the change we want to see in the world, let us plant trees, climb to the top of them and scream from the top of our lungs for every single thing we are grateful for, let this planet be at the very top of that list.
As long as we inhale and exhale every moment; every memory, every molecule on this earth, let us not forget, we belong to it, and not the other way round.
There is so much yet we can do, so many lives we can transform, entire continents we can claim and cure.
Let us find peace before we are torn to pieces by our very own hands.
Hayleigh Mar 2019
I have spent a lifetime
cutting myself in syllables
bleeding in sentences.
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