then you would be wrong. I have many more words to leak from my fingertips.
I think of the couple making love to Calvin Harris songs; what a way to annihilate the purest of evenings.
I imagine the man with gums coated in whisky, the beat under his wisdom teeth, tie slack around his neck.
I think of the body in the bath, the stillness of such a scene, the silent blush of crimson like a throng of roses.
There are not just grim slivers of life. I will catch the moments soaked in sun. The pen is ready, the poems will come.
Written: October 2016. Explanation: To mark National Poetry Day on 6th October, I wrote 25 poems over the course of eight days, and sent one poem each to one of 25 of my Facebook friends. After some deliberation, I am now posting the poems on HP (in order of when they were written), albeit not all in one go. 'Firework' is poem one, for those of you who wish to read the series in full, in order. None of the poems are about their recipients. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.