Jan 2015
bodies under a light
nothing on our feet
green tea past midnight
lips spell catastrophe
I reek of calamity
speech drops out slow
fogged-up glasses
crackle of a packet
of chocolate biscuits
soft fingertips
seconds swallowed
stuck in traffic
pathetic
catch her eyes
self-induced electric shock
burnt tongue
there sing the clocks
she lets me in
nothing on our feet
green tea past midnight
lips spell catastrophe
I reek of calamity
speech drops out slow
fogged-up glasses
crackle of a packet
of chocolate biscuits
soft fingertips
seconds swallowed
stuck in traffic
pathetic
catch her eyes
self-induced electric shock
burnt tongue
there sing the clocks
she lets me in
Written: January 2015.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, and the first new poem to be posted onto my Facebook writing 'update' page (link is on my home page).
I have said to many people I do not know how to flirt, and thinking about it, I ended up with this piece.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, and the first new poem to be posted onto my Facebook writing 'update' page (link is on my home page).
I have said to many people I do not know how to flirt, and thinking about it, I ended up with this piece.
