A poet in the east, he lived the life of a king,

he was famed to have been gurgling his throat

with nothing but vintage quality sparkling wine,

when he finally put his prolific pen down

all his riches found was poetry, one full page long,

all that met the eyes earlier were merely fluff and puff,

never did he bare his heart, anywhere  other than in poems

things of beauty, he gathered from life were invaluable, rare

all of it had filled just one full page, nothing more!

Line up my broken bones
over a floor of frost-bitten marble
so that you may brand their ice
with the bruises
of your lips.

Sink your teeth into the river
that floats through
the blueness of my veins,
and lands as a stranger
in the velvet of your mouth.

Let my wavering sigh
travel down
the treacherous nape
of your strained neck,
as you trace
the freckled porcelain
of my skin
-to map
the city of my dreams-

-in this ghost town of powdery breaths,
you will *****
the tallest
the greatest
of all monuments.

So hear my plea and
immerse my vision
in the echoes of
your uttered promise as
the tearing muscles
of my desperate heart
reach to grasp
your empty words.

What is our most prized possession
If not the chamber of memories
That we so fearfully keep
Within the confines of our minds.

Every inch of our power
Lives in a constant struggle
To guard this chest of fading treasures
From the writhing hands of time

Yet we have become so caught up
In this twisted dance
With the ticking clock,
that we have forgotten
these memories are naught
but disintegrating ghosts,
whom desperately cling to us,
as a shipwreck survivor
clings to driftwood,
hanging from our thoughts
on trembling strings
-soon to snap.

Despite all our efforts
They will never be immortalised
-and so we are condemned
to drown
in a sea of nostalgia.

"I am yours." he whispered as he kissed me to prove
But her taste on his lips told a more bitter truth.

I cannot read
Help me understand
the words
you're putting down
Tell me
the reasons
behind your
actions
I want to
decode
your messages
Are we friends
or are we
something
more than that?
I cannot read
your thoughts
Show me
the underlying
meaning
of your being.