I long for your essence
The smell of your skin, your hands on my hips.
I ache for your presence
The look in your eyes before your lips meet my lips.
I despise the reminiscence.
The hurt in my chest when a beat my heart skips.
I learned about patience
Trial after trial, fifth and then sixth.

And time after time, we met yet again,
How could we not?
When ourselves we couldn't refrain,
And all of our hope still remained.

Yesterday you spoke the truth
He's been praying to hear
Since he first laid eyes on you.
And it all feels so close
Now that he's only got a few miles left
On this inflating road.

We've got a while left
Before the woman calls out:
"You've reached your destination, park the vehicle to your right."
That's when it will have arrived,
The time of your life.

Keep your eyes focused,
Notice the sunshine in her hair.
The way it feels
Every time she is near,
The wonder rising as she speaks.
How is it that nothing has ever felt this real?
Now that she has turned the wheel.

The tyrant stands
Up against the club door
A bulky guy
200 pounds and only six feet tall.
I approach him, done up to a tee,
He asks my age and I hand over my fake ID.
Luckily it's raining,
So he can't see my anxious look from underneath the dark umbrella.
He nods me through
And with disbelief I step into the Promise Land I have always strived to reach.
Beautiful faces greet me
On the other end,
They stamp my hand and tell me to enjoy my weekend.
We sit on stalls beside the bar and after the first few drinks
I'm positive my judgement
Will be marred.

After the first act,
I head for another Morgans and coke
Standing by the decks the lead singer tells me a joke.
A ginger head with a West End vibe,
Said I very nearly made his night when I told him his sound seemed fresh yet familiar to me.
But he left too soon,
As they often do.

The music plays on
And I'm still trying
To forget about you.

One by one
The boys line up.
A full night planned
Spoiling their livers
Under strobe lights.

Across the platform
The ticket man waits
To catch the nine o'clock
Back to his bed,
Before the working day starts again.

They talk about where they're headed through town -
I wonder if they'll find true love
Or just a kiss and a shove
Near by the bar stools tonight.

The tannoy sounds,
The robot woman speaks,
Doors part and revert back.
I wish you were coming with me.

I hate it when you don't like me
For a minute or two
Noticed it once from the distance in your eyes
That you don't love me,
Not the way you used to.

I watched from the pier
As they struggled to see
The shore from here.
I turned away as they sank
Under the waves of doubt
And out of sight.

It was blue, not the sky,
But you.
Yes, everything was turning into sadness
While I was looking at the view.
Couldn't stop it if I tried
Couldn't lift my arm
To flag down help.

Maybe I'll regret it someday,
But not right now.

Sometimes when you read a verse
The words hit your soul hard
They make you wonder all night
“How can someone fabricate such a piece of art?”

The feeling each syllable holds
Gets carved into your heart
Words inspiring you to weave some of your own
Which might cause the ordinary populace to feel your warmth

With excitement flooding
You pick the quill only to wonder
Would your quill succeed in
Re-creating the magic
You recently witnessed?

You drop the quill
Not because of self-doubt
But because you just know
That some magic tricks only belong
With svelte magicians
And sometimes you yield sweet joy
In being touched by others
Just witnessing greatness…