#2ampoetry
*My kisses will be
the droplets of the mists
All over you
Sugary and sweet
like the honey dew.
A kiss, before the sun kissed ray's
falls over you.
In the morning or at night,
No barriers
Just me and you
Inventing new ways of
loving each other
With each passing dawn.
And
I fall in love with you
Everyday, more than
Yesterday. *
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
the rush of the illicit
while exhilarating.
is temporary.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 6:25 AM UTC
freedom, you wild thing
coursing through my bleeding veins
pulling things apart.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
and somewhere in-between
i'm okay and it's fine
i lost myself.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
your eyes with questions dripping off them;
we need to talk.
too late;
i've forgotten how to.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
meandering,
i'm the lightweight
(see through) ghost light
shining through the crevices of
the coloured rays.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
i love these
ribbons of smoke that
you weave around
my vision,
igniting shiny bursts of
colour in the dark.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
what if we're just
disembodied hands
clawing at a smokescreen
the illusion never shatters.
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC
no one really forgets
what hands look like
dripping in red.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
one more word I swallowed
(the fear too great to let the words go)
and the hollow person I'd become
shattered with a resplendent crack -
ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC
always the lurking spirit in a room bursting with life,
always the voice sewing together the silent screams of the night.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 6:54 AM UTC
trapped
in a
room full of
mirrors that reflect my
blank face back at me.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 4:53 AM UTC
Your words are the kind of words
(with the rhythm of a heartbeat)
That I'd want
wrapped around me at night
and
filtering through me at dawn.
your body is the kind I'd like to
spend some nights
writhing together in pure ecstacy,
*crazy in love *
and others cuddled up and cosy
each touch a hey hello I love you
as together we enter a universe
*that's just ours.*
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
The only trouble with expectation is,
it crawls invisibly into your skull and
paints vivid pictures in your brain and
promises your heart happiness and
gets you to actually trust someone and
makes you wait for something you should be able to give yourself (but can't) and
snakes around your chest and
crushes you with its full weight when
**it
doesn't
happen**
oops, did I say 'only'?
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
who cares
how brightly
the sun shines?
all I need
is to be
enveloped
by the depth of
the elusive
night.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
What I said:
"Hi."
What I meant:
I've missed you.
What I said:
"How was your day?"
What I meant:
I wish it had been with me.
What I said:
"Want a smoke?"
What I meant
Want to lower the smokescreen a little, love?
What I said:
"I'm hungry. Do you have food?"
What I meant:
I trust you despite my immense security about my body.
What I said:
"Meet me?"
What I meant:
I cannot sleep when I'm not in your arms.
What I said:
"Hi."
What I meant:
I really, really lo-like you.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 4:18 PM UTC
So
will I
ever get to
be with you in
the bright sunlight, or is
The idea of you and me a concept -
Two people who are only
allowed to be with
each other in
the dark
night?
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC