Home

In your smile

Leave a comment

Inside your smile

And in your eyes

I could go for miles

 

Before I nestled in

To stay a while

Listen to nothing

But your happy sighs

 

Taste of your lips

Mingled so nicely

With satiated cries

 

Bask in the light

From your soul

To my old heart

So incredibly bright

 

Despite the scars

Miraculously mends

To make me whole

 

Two sides of me

1 Comment

On this side of the moon

Where darkness creeps

Bone deep cold seeps

 

And this part of me

Uncontrollably weeps

While the other side

 

Gets to dance happily

With the tarnished

And devilish spoon

Listen to the silly man

Softly, softly croon

 

If only both these sides

Could somehow collide

Someday real soon

 

Open darkness wide

Until all I can see

Is the light of my smiles

Despite long spent miles

Finding the way

Leave a comment

The devils forked

Tongue flicks

Insidiously licks

 

The very tip

Of my terrified ear

As he leans near

 

Softly whispers

To the very edge

Of my conscience

 

Gloats he’s won

Gleefully waits

For me

To come undone

 

Except for once

I kick him down

Ignore his frown

 

Merrily snub

His poison words

Let the salt rub

 

At his setback

And smile

All the while

 

 

 

Tired to the core

Leave a comment

Stark weight seeps
Sullenly
Silently
Creeps

Into the very marrow
Of ever
So many
Exhausted bones

Between flesh
And where
Crimson blood flows
In subdued tones

And my heart
Goes, flows, slows

Sometimes
Left to feel
All alone
And so
Far, far, far
From home

Stupid spoons

1 Comment

He can’t find his spoons
Though I watched him
Methodically bury them
Under three full moons

Next to his dreary head
The pathetic words
He repeatedly said
About fucking spoons

But I ignored him
While I diddled
Ever playfully with
The man in the moon

I should have dug
The little riches up
Drank sweet wine
From the magic cup

Melted the metal
Into an armoured vest
To hold his fragile
Love Inside his chest

Even at the edge

Leave a comment

Edge of precipice

Nothing to be seen

But bitter darkness

 

And all that means

To the very brink

Of absolute fear

 

Covered with fog

And each ruthless

Thought to think

 

Still I softly feel

Your love that

Is forever near

 

And must confess

It makes it hurt

Just a tiny bit less

 

 

Temptations

Leave a comment

On the unmade bed

My shiny guitar

Patiently sits, waits

 

For warm fingertips

To sensuously nip

At the hard peaks

 

Of smooth strands

Caressed by hands

Without any plans

 

But the pleasure

Of making miles

Laid in soft smiles

 

 

 

 

Temptations

Older Entries