Midnight and I'm aching
Stylus to screen and I'm shaking
Nothing left to write
But I'm scribbling
Note after note
And I'm slipping
Memories twisting my vision
Reality's fake but I'm living
Love letters, bitemarks and
I'm drifting
To maybes and would'ves
Beginnings
Drowning out chapters
Without you
Lost in the thought
And I doubt you
Wanting only to believe that you were real
Not a dream in a moment of twilight
Zoned in on pleasure and starlight
Cursed by the gods of moonlight
That every kiss and word
Trailed tongue
And covered whisper
That every moment fading
You missed her
By her, of course me,
Though I wasn't your only
And yet that cross on my tongue
Delivered you, Holy
Cause blinded by beat, knowing
I still didn't,
Won't care
All that ever mattered was
You and me
There
Here
In this moment
That no longer is
No more pages
Or chapters, stained lips
Done......Fin
Fiending
For even the slightest taste of you
Obsessing and suppressing
Urges to write to you
To beg you to listen
To the want that you feel
To need of my skin
Silk strap of my hair
To ****** you to piercing
My eyes with your own
Allowing me entrance
Through chamber of stone....
Rambling, I'm Ranting
Got an itch for your ******
Breathless, I'm panting
Cause alone I'm undone
Trembling and chanting
"You must move on"
Shower's steaming
Pandora and starfucked songs
Nothing is said and she's giving up
Crying now
aching for a simple touch
Naked now
Drowning
Yet in water you're near
Eyes closed and you're holding me
Disappear
Only when sight
And the droplets hit the tile
Only in ghosts of a stand still while
Only for seconds of traveling souls
How the **** do I end this
Poems and prose
What more to say
You already know
Laying it down
Ever so

S
L
O
W

Sleepless........

©MV

I dated  a poet once
who thought my eyes
were brighter than the sun.
I was his muse,
his life revolved around me.

He gave me a poem once.
He was nervous
the note was moist
in perspiration.

The brightness in my eyes
made him see I was the one.

But oh,
little did he know

the fire burning
in my eyes
was not for him
but for something more.

I was his sun
and he dared not to
stray from his orbit.

I thanked him
and walked away
because what I wanted
he could not offer.

I dated a poet once,
who does not write anymore.
I took his fire with me,
forevermore.

It was a warm sunny day.
The sun like a warm breast,
Soft against my cheek.

There was a fantastic mackerel sky
painting the blue.

The mountains were golden
Like eagles wings.

I walked by the hum of the river
And thought of you and I.

As I walked, the sun made love
Through the trees.
I remembered the touch of your hand
As I held it in mine....

I remembered our kiss whilst walking
Through the whiskey ambered leaves
That made the sound of dancing lips.

The smell of steaks in passageways
Came from the graveyard of white
Caravans along the riverbank.

The sweet tobacco-like fragrance
Of peat filtered about the Old Bridge Of Tilt;
made me think of summer holidays
When I was a young lad in Orkney.

I could have written a sonnet
Of birdsong for you;
The songs of thrushes.
Timeless and always sweet
You come to my mind.

The day was wonderful but I wished
That I had spent it just one
More time with you.

©Jack Aylward,
18/4/14

You fall onto the bed
Posing like a goddess
Of dreams.
At the mirror
Your reflections
Twist and turn
Draining all the light
Into a stellar force
As your magnetic grasping
Fragrance
Breaks the silent moment.

Under the floating flirtatious thought
Your kiss softens the numbness
Of my lips
And we part....

©Jack Aylward