I don't need any more than this,
as we cuddle close and softly kiss.
Your body warm your scented hair,
what more than this my love Is There.
The laughter playful in your eyes,
that speaks in truths and never lies.
The way your nose tickles my cheek,
making me laugh leaving me weak.
The way you nibble at my ear,
and whisper words to draw me near.
Your nails that leave their mark on me,
leaving me sore but happily.
You snuggle close and ask of me,
to hold you tight or set you free.
No force on earth could make me leave,
for I need only you to please believe.
A kiss a cuddle a laugh a joke,
is sometimes enough for any bloke.

Banged and bruised
                          Open wounds
                                            broken bones


I hate skateboarding.

My heart...

my inner ache
       cries out for you

in drum beats
                on tortured skin

the rhyme lost
                   echoed from bone white walls.

Like Alice
I too became lost
within
the looking glass.

Ink my skin with all the words I cannot speak.

Suffer not for your art for the heart suffers enough.

Let this night my silence seem as one with cricket and with woodland owl
and let my ache of you be one with coyote and with wolves mournful howl
that I by lake and flowing stream could er' compare my flowing tears
as I watch in plaintiff awe as moonlight so softly disappears
for what am I if I am not a part of you and hence apart from you
I too liken of the forest elm and oak bear arms untaken too
so let this night in silent reverie give up but a whisper of hope
as I from beneath your window sigh and to the darkness now elope
for love unrequited stings the heart a double edge
as I my heart though poor it is to your heart pledge
no man er' knew such need and want as I do here
awaiting a chance to love you dear.

The ***** raked her silver nails
across my sweat stained skin,
and whispered softly in my ear
too late you let me in.

You fed me dreams and nightmares
and let me feast too long,
and now my hold upon you
is far too ****** strong.

I swallowed whole your eyelids
as you stared at me in pain,
your nights are mine forever
as I tug ******* your chain.

Put down the pill and water
stop counting rotten sheep,
For I am your tormentor
and for you there is no sleep.

The ***** raked her silver nails
across my sweat stained skin,
as her words returned to haunt me
too late you let me in.

Sleep is for the dead for only they know peace.

Insomnia serves me coffee
in a cracked china mug...

leaving water marks
on the patina of my soul
as morning passers me by
upon the hostess trolly,

it's one wobbly wheel
squeaking tunelessly
mocking my
pain.

We sleep in seperate beds...

thousands of miles apart

and yet

we share one dream.

I kiss
your sleeping eyes
tasteing
the sweetest
of dreams.

Her heart is a flower
softly grown
handle with care.

Love...

                is a serious bussiness

so never
                  love
                              a
                                   clown.

I will not eat my greens


Oh Mummy please, don't serve me peas,
they make my tummy sad.
I hate the smell and taste as well,
just give my share to Dad.

Oh Mummy no, those sprouts must go,
they make my tummy hurt.
Even the cat, would not touch that,
and she eats bugs and dirt.

Oh Mummy stop, not carrot top,
it makes my tummy squirm.
for they are found beneath the ground,
with Mr Wiggly Worm.

Oh Mummy shoot, now comes the fruit,
that makes my tummy sore.
apples and pears cut up in squares,
oh please I beg no more.

Oh Mummy why, do you so try,
to make my tummy sick.
With carrot cake you often bake
because you say it's quick.

Oh Mummy cease, please give me peace,
and leave my tummy be.
So serve my plate, oh Mummy wait
there's nothing here for me.

Oh Mummy please, can I have peas
I heard my tummy cry.
Pile on the veg, right to the edge,
I will of each now try.

Oh Mummy yes, I've made a mess,
but look my tummy ate.
All that you made and was afraid,
I would leave on my plate.

So Mummy dear, I really fear,
my tummy will now burst.
I need a rest but let me test,
that yummy pudding first.

The jungles dense down by the fence
with daisies tall as trees,
where butterflies so softly rise
upon a summers breeze.

There's beetles too of black and blue
and orange white and red,
plus bumble bees with hairy knees
out by the flower bed.

Then by the pond beneath a frond
a mouse of purest white,
takes from a sack his hat and mac
a sword and compass bright.

Today he seeks the jagged peaks
of old mount rockery,
where it is told a land of gold
lays in the shrubbery.

My loves a battered box
with odd shapes
of wood
oak yew and pine
carved
with hearts
from time to time.

A mis matched
assortment
of broken pieces
glued
and repainted
though with age
the pictures
tainted.

Theirs no picture
on the lid
that's long since
faded
by the water damage
tears
from eyes
past players
jaded.

I hope you understand
this is more
than just
a toy
this is the
very essence
of a
very lonely boy.

Close the box
if you
can't help me
leave it there upon
the shelf
and let the pieces
feel untouched
as I do
within my self.

When he smiles
I smile

when he cries
I'm lost

When life
deals you a rotten hand

I'll be
your joker.

You have the only key
to my heart...

safely hidden in your eyes.

It rests there
amongst
the hopes and dreams
we share with no one
but ourselves.

With a whisper and a prayer
a promise and a wanting
you guard it...

safe behind your smile

and soft upon your hand
a space
reserved for me
to fashion from my heart
a ring of gold.