Pitch-painted night.
You put the overshadowed day to flight.
Devouring all, you leave no lingering light.
And all the walls are breached,
and all that once was right
seems wrong.

The hour grows late and yet I wait
awake too long, and take again
the bait that fells the fortress of the day,
remaining conscious when thought should have
long since slipped away.

Come to me tonight.
Insinuate yourself between my thighs.
Take me.
Give me sweet delight.
Listen to my softly sounding cries
and look into my eyes as you
take me.
And I
Take you.

He slipped into her life like angels sighing.
She crashed into his life like shrapnel flying.

He always knew their worlds were just too far apart,
But she was heaven in his heart.

She was so lonely.
Everything he tried to say seemed wrong.
His one and only
Love,
when love should not have come along.

His distant kindnesses seemed much like lying
She did her best but she was sick of trying.

She knew they couldn’t be together from the start.
But he was heaven in her heart.

He was perfection.
Everything she wanted him to be.
Without exception.
But he wasn’t there
when she was free.

And so they parted at long distance.
Crying.
The accusations and recriminations flying.

They knew they wouldn’t be together
From the start.
Though they’d been Heaven in the heart.

You promised me forever
but you only gave me yesterday.

You threw me to the dogs
when things didn't go entirely your way.

But that's ok.
The dogs are better company than you.

They're more intelligent.

Her eyes suspend the starlight.
Her lips are molten gold.
Her hair is soft spun darkness.
Her mind is mercury.
Behold - a woman.

Whole and moonwrapped
mystery untold.

Her story echoes
down unfolding
corridors of history.

Where men may chance their luck.
If they are bright and bold.

A poem is grand
that's got summat to say.

But if it says nowt
it still passes
the time o' day.

Never disparage
another mans writing.
He may be twice your size
and good at fighting!!!!!

Why did you make my love for you
so hard?
Baked like a rock cake
currants burned in a pastry shard.

Tearing my mind and mouth?
Stoppering words I had to say?
Pointing a finger at me
while telling me to go
my own way?

You were a constant contradiction.
Putting my head in a spin.
Whichever way you turned me
I simply couldn't win.

Now I am not competing
I confuse and baffle you.
I don't listen to your bleating
I do what I want to do.