i will weep at the feet
of woman
beg they do not brush my skin
not to startle that familiar feeling
let caution bruise the gape left

i will weep
cupped hands both drained and full

i will weep
do not look at me

im sorry

hold me like you know me
run your fingers through my hair

like those summer days in playgrounds
link your daisy chain around my wrist

blow your breath against my neck bare

Strange skin
laying cold
though whispers burn up
And though your scent tempts sweet
air festers as we rot.
There is sign of life
Pattering against
The stale wood of this coffin.
Our moon glows through these cracks
A soft glimmer of the mourning to come
And these crisp cloths worn before
Lie that I’ll depart with you.
And I tell your corpse that I love you
I love you. I do.
And you have left me alone again.
She is half decayed and beautiful.
You told me first, whispered
Withered arms wound around me
Passing into the night.

Not a feeling made to be bound by words
You flow infinitely
So vast I could float in your warm abyss
Until the end of time
Then leave my body here
To gently decay within your comforting waters
Let my skeleton bury down within you
Safe beneath your deep sands

While your waters may stretch to other lands
Just leave my bones with you

Born from a kiss
Elicit whispers of a promise long
Mourned and despaired
In chance I find a starry night
Never to imagine such brilliant
Enchanting stardust.

Tentative now
my feelings glance at you shyly.
Emboldened by a new look
same face
Do you see me like you did then

Have I lost my place?

I’m sure the earth
grew from your hands
I want you to cradle me
as your creation

My forever blue infatuation

And I’m back to being alone by the fire

Bleeding as the vast air
Buries me with each crackling log

That bitter bone burning
Reminds me to go back inside

The pointless sky ignores me again

A sad flower sits
Wilted from the winded years
She lay below

Talented
Red
Ruby

Waiting for farmer to tell her to grow.

Does flower not know
The sun is already there?

Sweetness extends her chest
So Rare. She forgets.

Bees tanker
Raindrops gloat

Flower refuses to bloom.

Seasons pass by weary
Flower wilting just as soon

If jewels could speak
They would speak your name
As
The criminal who stole their craft

Nightmares dream of you
Perfect candidate
Sweet blooded
Through and through

Your name is a fairytale
How much horror do you hold.

Your prince bangs at the door
Let him
Let his brash knuckles bleed dry

I could smell a song
Written for you
Each note would sigh
Of red Rubys

Prologue

To write poetry for you
Is to write to the Creator

For which mortal would know words
That the Divine had not heard before

Omniscient you could see me now
Shaking hands than ever

How could they ever second your art?

Words of the Crater

The words I could not think of
You wrote Into existence
With your heart

Like the Creator wrote you and I
To belong to the same
From our depart

To write for you
I’d learn every word you ever spoke
So your tongue would not tire
With my plagiarism.
Every word is yours.

All my words
Are yours.

Within each sinner I search for you
Wonder if my words would retreat the same
Would the fires be lit
In the homes they might build me too

With the Face of the moon
Was it your soul I searched for
those melancholic nights,
Already waiting within the lesser sky

Only a single curtain swipe separating us.

Crafted moon rock,

Is that what I might feel
To brush your skin
Underneath

Are they your moonbeams that my windows know?

To think you could not become more
Divine
Your hands carve a new path
Even the angels would cease
To believe was made of the same atoms
As the oceans,
The stars of the night sky.

Do I burden your soft eyes
With this scripture
You prewrote

Could you hear my words
If I spoke them to you
Like within our bewitched nights

Or would they dissipate
Before your ears
As your soul had told them to me
In all those lives before.

Why can I feel you even in the dark?

Where do you go when you aren’t in my thoughts?

Are you still there?
I swim through murky waters
No matter where I am
Until I find you again.

Everything is sadder without you.

I sit on the beach and you are here

Your name is whispered subtly between sliding waves
Each grain of sand beneath my feet feels like you,
familiar yet
ultimately untouchable.
Every sunset drips
With tears of your smile;
Reincarnating beauty.
I bathe in it.
I never got tired of looking at you.

It will hurt again tomorrow.

But for now I could laze for too long
Immersed in your golden warmth pulsing from beneath the sand.
Lying too long
It gets chilly; your sunlight fades.
Your warmth decides to leave with it.

And I’m left with just my towel,
Grains of you scattered all over me,
And the burn marks branding my skin.

You are everything.

I had a dream the other night, a rare one where I didn’t see you
Yet I woke up and could still sense
The lingering comfort of your presence
I think
My dreams are made of you too.

Because this is my first life
And you were my first love.

The sun only shines on the pretty.

That’s what my mother used to say.
She told me I should always smile
At the pretty boys on the pretty street.
‘A smile will make you pretty’
She said.

And my mother died 10 years ago.
Now I guess she is pretty dead.

A glass of orange cordial
Sat bored on the kitchen top
Now usually long forgotten
As we children play grown up

Soon after we become thirsty
And return to search our drink
But this time the glass is *****
The cordial not as orange as we think.

If you don’t love me , I can take it
I only ask you
Spare me one more night
Just let me love your lies a little longer

A loveless kiss hurts less
Than a reality fuelled bite.

But if you do miss me ,
Remember that we are all everything
I am everything.
Every soul you speak to -
I am that soul, merely in a different timeline.

Everything that you touch has been touched by me
Anywhere you go, I have been there
For I am also You .

My life has been beautiful. And life will carry on to be beautiful.
People will always smile . For when u cry, you will be laughing in the arms of the one you love in a different body,
just Somewhere Else on this sphere.

I am here. I have been. I was, I am, and I will be.

You and I will never be lost to one another.

There are moments where I
Blink
My mind shifts back
Locks back
into this place and time
And I realise I am here

I look at familiarities around me
Touch them
Check, so they are real
And they are
I suppose -
But my reality is still unclear

So I blink again
I can’t fathom
Anything
if this is a dream
Lucid
Apparently scary
I can’t find an answer
So I stop.

She woke up sick.
Her wooden limbs drenched with bound torment.
Her eyes merely mirrors of dubiety, marked by soft insecurity encased.
Her skin now bleached.
Her mind framed by Cassiopeia.

Contrails of vanity laced with discontent on her skin
An evanescence of admirers taunts her,
Yet only if her veil is worn too thin.
She knows.
Only an ethereal countenance will please them.

Obsession linked by 4 shattering chains,
5 imaginary bonds.
Unbeknownst to her, imaginary until she
Boasts of her infatuation.
Her lips are thin.

Then her bones sag heavy
Still sat on her mordant throne.
She is once again asleep.
Appeased by dreamy seas
littered with artificial palm leaves.