Sometimes I like to lay on the ground
straight,
flat
and the pressure numbs my lungs,
the carpet itches against my cheek,
and I feel the noise of this house
in the walls,
the floors,
the bones.
And then I know
this is home.

I crave you like a crack head craves a fix,
something to scratch the itch,
something to feed the frenzy,
the sudden rush of adrenaline maybe,
something to savour in
the flavour of your skin,

You’re my bad habit,
one of which I’m not about to quit

I want to burst through your door
and show you that I can give you more.
I’m done with this suffocating cocoon,
this protective mask I’m wearing to save face
or just in case you break my heart.
I’m ready to spread these wings
and in shades of brilliance fly high into the sky
and take you by surprise.
You leave me feeling electric
and I can’t help, but fix on those eyes,
at a single glance a gorgeous green,
soon adjusted into a bright blue -
****, now there is nothing I can do.

Wrap me in rainbows,
colour me in sevenfold:
red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet.
Give me something that I can never forget,
dig out the love that’s buried deep within
and let your tenderness radiate my skin
as I find myself in the curve of your feminine form
on cloud nine with seven minutes in heaven
a new love has been born.
You breathe perfection to these naive bones
and make me feel things I don’t deserve
for seven deadly sins you make it known:
pride, wrath, lust, greed, gluttony, envy and sloth.
Can I be your lucky number seven
and make you feel hot?
Shine your bright light on me,
lift me up for I wear broken wings
and set me free from this self inflicted misery.

When you're not here with me
my hollow heart is begging you
to replace the space
with warmth,
and with feathers
and I will just be forever.

You touch me in a way
I simply cannot comprehend.
My soul is aroused
and I cannot control
the rush of emotion
racing through my veins,
this rollercoaster,
this train
tugging my heavy heart
closer and closer
to it’s final destination,
your hands.

It’s not about the numbers,
this is not a numbers game.
It’s about filling my heart
with the love you create,
it’s about cutting myself
wide   open
and placing my organs
in perfect order on the floor
and hoping you somehow relate.