Oct 2014
Here's to hoping
they'll make me forget about
devil-red lips,
pockets of skin I've never touched,
coils and coils of it,
delightful nightmares
set up like mousetraps
ready to chatter together
when the hour-hand smacks eleven.
Can I extract your name
like a tooth?
You slip under the door,
into my arms,
the air you've never been
but ought to be.
they'll make me forget about
devil-red lips,
pockets of skin I've never touched,
coils and coils of it,
delightful nightmares
set up like mousetraps
ready to chatter together
when the hour-hand smacks eleven.
Can I extract your name
like a tooth?
You slip under the door,
into my arms,
the air you've never been
but ought to be.
Written: October 2014.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, very similar to previous piece 'If I'm Honest', in the sense it was written in a short amount of time while I was watching a movie, with barely any edits made when typed up. Feedback welcome as usual.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, very similar to previous piece 'If I'm Honest', in the sense it was written in a short amount of time while I was watching a movie, with barely any edits made when typed up. Feedback welcome as usual.
