"nuneaton" poems
I'm too reserved for samba but I can see it's fun,
some of your band look happy though some look rather glum.
There's some of us can do that stuff
and some of us who can't;
however much we'd wish it, rhythmical we aren't.
If you make me stand up and exhort me to dance,
you won't like what you'll see chum
so don't give me the chance.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC
Ask me how I can say
That you’re my forever
You’re my Calvary soldier
I’m both the princess and the tower
I tell you that I just know
As sure as the sun
And the white of my bones
Hot, fast and always
Is how I think of you
Like summer traffic in the city
Cool, dangerous, wet
Swimming in the east end streets
Right where my mouth and your fingers meet
Inside the velvet of a midnight train
You hold me close and we both take the blame
For this incredible, difficult, beautiful thing
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC