I knew it.
I've always known it.
I wanted to be loved by a Poet.

Don't need warm kisses against my skin
It's words I want to be branded with.

Touch will linger, lips will meet
but, words are the love language in which I seek.

You build me up with your loving prose
why this happens? well, it just does.

It's as if you peer inside
to the places I sometimes hide.
You see me with more than just your eyes.

To see me, hear me, is to love me.
I knew it.
I've always known it.
I feel loved by a Poet.

Take a peek inside his poems
if you really want to know him.
He hides himself deep, immersed
a tiny piece in every verse.

Take a peek and take your time
savour the moment of every line.
Relish the thought of what lies there
and appreciate his soul laid bare.

© Pagan Paul (31/08/16)

You laid down sweet words to me
and I willingly stepped into them.
I licked my fingers, I licked my lips
So delicious, I raised my hips.

You kept drizzling this sticky goo
I listened intently but no longer believed in you.
Over time it became dark and cloudy
Crystallized and of no use to anybody.

I tried to step aside, to leave this space but
my feet are stuck and its all I taste.

she was a butterfly
                                 reduced to a
                                                    

                                moth

I don’t have to build her a castle, she won’t come out of the one she has.
High grey walls that loom over any chance at ever getting in.
Tapestries of blood and night rain down over the sides.
I want to wash her face with stained glass on a summers eve
Sleeping before the gates amidst the bones of those before me
She dances with the vapors of the her elixirs that warm her
Alluringly and whimsically luring me to an irresistible demise
The idea of love hushed silent by the fear of an inevitable fate
Now there’s only emptiness, a coldness that pervades
A sullen heart

Words that flew from his mouth
unwittingly dented my heart.
Now my whole body literally aches to fix something
for which there may not be any spare parts.


Trust me, let me in.





Love Quin

You’re wrong you know?
The darkness does nothing to muffle your cries.
I can still hear you.
You can hide here in the arms of the night.
I’m not going to pull you into the light.
Nor will I try to bring some light to you.
I just wanted you to know
I’m here too.
If you like
I’ll come stand beside you.
Even when you want to stand in the rain,
So no one’ll see your tears.
I’ll stand with you.
You can tell me your story,
And I promise I won’t walk away
We can stay here together, and listen to the rain.
When you feel better and are ready to step back out into the sun.
I’ll wish you only the best.
And when the storms come back, Hope isn’t lost.
Because I’m still here
In the rain
Where you left me.