Apr 2014
There is nothing I know
about you
and yet like a peach
I want to perforate your skin,
taste
something delicious,
find out what I can,
open
your
grotesque
novel,
discover all the flaws
I can later ignore,
a sea can come
to **** them up,
leave your gems
on the shore.
I'd like your name to be sugar
on my lips,
sink
my fingers in the gaps
between your fingers,
be suffocated by you,
be drunk on you
in the best possible way
and still be left
rasping
gasping for more.
A day
will arrive
when your wavecrashesintomine,
no clock needed,
no forward
slashing days with a pen,
it will happen
and I’ll be here
sitting
on our beach with a book
ready to fall,
fall to the edge
of wonderful madness.
about you
and yet like a peach
I want to perforate your skin,
taste
something delicious,
find out what I can,
open
your
grotesque
novel,
discover all the flaws
I can later ignore,
a sea can come
to **** them up,
leave your gems
on the shore.
I'd like your name to be sugar
on my lips,
sink
my fingers in the gaps
between your fingers,
be suffocated by you,
be drunk on you
in the best possible way
and still be left
rasping
gasping for more.
A day
will arrive
when your wavecrashesintomine,
no clock needed,
no forward
slashing days with a pen,
it will happen
and I’ll be here
sitting
on our beach with a book
ready to fall,
fall to the edge
of wonderful madness.
Written: April 2014.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time (with slight changes possible in the near future), written in the sort of style (but not necessarily the structure/genre) I want to write in from now on. The title comes from the fact that things can be washed away and washed upon a shore - I felt it was/is a great image. The ending may be altered - the 'madness' refers to how some might say you can 'fall madly in love' with someone. I absolutely did not want this piece to be soppy, or mushy, or even be classified as a strong 'love piece.'
Out of all the things to be inspired by, this piece would not have been written had I not seen an image of Taylor Swift standing next to the sea earlier on in the day. (The poem is not about her, or indeed anyone really, just for the record.)
Explanation: A poem written in my own time (with slight changes possible in the near future), written in the sort of style (but not necessarily the structure/genre) I want to write in from now on. The title comes from the fact that things can be washed away and washed upon a shore - I felt it was/is a great image. The ending may be altered - the 'madness' refers to how some might say you can 'fall madly in love' with someone. I absolutely did not want this piece to be soppy, or mushy, or even be classified as a strong 'love piece.'
Out of all the things to be inspired by, this piece would not have been written had I not seen an image of Taylor Swift standing next to the sea earlier on in the day. (The poem is not about her, or indeed anyone really, just for the record.)
(30/M/Northamptonshire, England)
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