A child of November
that was born into the night
carried by a sadness
on a bed of hidden light

Behind his frosted eyes
is a forest of emerald green
the autumn leaves are magic
from the day of eighteen

Beneath his skin a hint
of olive yellow tone
from a pouring heart of love
never truly sewn

it's framework and scaffolding
that place bridges in our pale blue sky
so can you stop at level crossings
and ask yourself why?

knotted fraying ropes
just to pull a silver moon
but behind midnight dreams
our visions are somewhat strewn

Rose petals put to bed
now dead on the kitchen floor
As apologies echo
from behind the front door

You shy from the truth
that brings us to our end
That it slowly is upon us
but the time we can bend

Surfing at the duvet
where I found all your fingers
they grasped all my bridges
so I placed a kiss upon your ridges

Your body came in waves
sure upon the shore
and both our bodies collided;
touched into the core

Salt the taste of sweet
upon my fiery tongue
and arms just like a puppet
from laying down to strung

He ran with his head
and tripped over his words
               a sleeping poet
with nothing but his thoughts

I can smell
each fibre of this moment
The stench of the present
and a linger of the past;
so that when I wake up in the morning
a shadow can be cast

You can follow my heart
to the end of the skies
and we'll dance around the moon
until the sun is in our eyes

Sat on the wall
outside Number Eight
where I walk through the fire
just to see heaven's gate

Creek goes the door
I will follow the night
and I'll creep in the stairs
but I won't turn on the light

savage was the wind
that blew the smoke in my eyes
as it raged from the fires
that burned your name into my skies

still you plucked at the fabrics of my heart  
that were bursting at the seams  
so now uncoiled is the thread
that once tied you into my dreams

go find another lover
you can take him to the stars tonight
he can push you against the car
but he won't hold you as tight  

and he can tell you things
that will help you forget
but what you will find in the sky
is my name and regret

His body written in bold,
my name underlined
splashed on the pages
were drops of white wine

Covered in sheets
once filled by another,
yet wrapped in so tightly
like he wanted no other

just like the mapped out stars
that put you to sleep at night
i hang
in all my constellations
glowing  
in the darkness

I spit in your fire
and it hungers my heat,
It boils
    and rages
      to my sugar beet.

Smothered to a flicker
when you curl
at a flame;
but fires won't light
when I'm whispering your name.

Just a memory
             of what I am
not what I'll be,

as though every breath
is leaving me.

Life through a half glass
Leaves a sweeter taste
Because if I'm not sober
The truth becomes estranged

Draped in all our sheets
we are the purest kind of white
When I'm tucked into your chest
just before the pouring light

The kiss upon my forehead
means a break within the truth
That we are formidably broken;
at our fall, we are uncouth

You say that I should quit
but I just like the smoke,
because it clouds my vision
and it's because of you I choke.

I heave through every breath  
and you'll never say it's you,
because it's not my lungs;
it's that my heart is breaking too.

I met you at one
when you poured me some wine.
You followed me to bed
and you made yourself mine.

A hand placed on your knee,
ran a shiver up your spine.
You're doing over a hundred,
but you can't go back in time.

If I gave you my tears
Would it prove that I cared?
If I made you some rivers
Would all be declared?

coiled there beneath a smile
draped in the betrayal of white wine
beneath the blanket of another lover
that's where you'll find what is mine

if i had poured a glass of red
perhaps i'd not have shared my bed
so 3 more years can hit the clock
and we can watch it
tick
tick
tock

Shadows fall from my brow-bone
Leaving me misaligned
If I leave in the morning
Then it's you left behind

You place a kiss on my forehead
It will be there for a minute
Until I suddenly awaken
And I slowly dilute

My hand on your lap
when I said I was tired
So you tell me you've changed
but you see now I'm wired

If you had the clocks
you tell me you got the hands wrong
But I'm giving you chills
and you've waited so long

I worry that I have changed
that I'm not the same now
Because I became so much more
than you raising an eyebrow

He sent me a message
and he said that he was a Kiwi
yes, it is my favourite fruit
but I guess they are seedy;
Then he took me to the Lakeside
where we talked under starlight
It was half-past one in grasmere
when he asked if I was tight
He took me to the bedroom
where he watched my clothes fall
He said that I was beautiful
and that I had it all
I guess I didn't realise
he would be serving me breakfast
Because he worked at the hotel
that we had just ****** in

You said it wasn't you
but it was you that I ran from
You said I couldn't love you
but I've got my 'Ray's on

The sun has opened up
I'll split us right down the middle
I won't sign away my life
So I'll write it in riddle

It's was the end of a summer
That I had spent in the rain
I was dressed for forever
And you just the same

We were pushing a hundred
On the A19
Until we crashed into traffic
And it had all been a dream

The theme of this city
Is what darkens the lights
When it's almost dawn
As we play cat and mouse

The tone of the evening
Won't ever be read
Because we will sleep all day
Together in bed

I felt as pure as the sea
And as soft as the sand
The day we walked down the pier
At quarter past five

We sat on a bench
With your hand in mine
It never looked as perfect
The mouth of the Tyne

My hallowed eyes
Carved darkened shadows
In the floral skies;
And my endless wonder
Disheartens the sun
But it runs with the thunder
When all's said and done

put us down
where our dreams go to die
in the dusty old attic
where our throats become dry

in ten or so years
you will strumble across
what could have been
and what you thought you had lost

Sometimes I wonder
If I will always be broken
Like there's so much damage
That I can't be unbroken

Sometimes I wonder
If there's a end to this night
Because I'm still in this tunnel
And I can't see the light

Bottle my tears
Bottle them away
To the back of the shelf
Take them far
Far away

Playing with an idea
that got tangled in my hands
wrapped around the concept
of all my selfish demands

I'll be the architect
of my own tragic demise
when I'm building my walls
as high as the skies

explore the forest of my eyes
understand my bones
study my body
all my brassy undertones
surf through my skin
where the ocean ripple
like an overflowing river
and you've had more than a tipple
learn all my head
like I'm your mother tongue
as though you're addicted to venom
and you've just been stung

His finger in my mouth
when a whispered speak
The only exception
that made me weak
Splintered at numbers
that are left on re-dial
Watching the clock
3am denial

you want me
to be seen
but never quite heard
permanently muted;
*a beakless bird

We held each breath
as though it were our last
woven from a loom  
designed with regret;
born from the fabrics
we had been spun
as if we would never run out
and we'd never be done

I'm still falling
from when I hit the wall
My lifeless body
had forbid me to crawl
Still quite the punchbag
but not quite the son
Taught the lesson
to know when to run

Pounds are at stake
when we stare in their faces  
Gathered around the fires
in our final graces  

Before we're all turned to ash
and we're put in our places
Little do they know
That we tied all their laces