Vacillate

February 4, 2016 § 1 Comment

Like the lamb staring into the fierce,

predatory eyes of fate, I shake.

Always, there are the questions,

the doubt, the constant

disappointments of the flesh

and the self that make it

progressively harder to see straight.

How long? How?

Recollate

August 5, 2015 § Leave a comment

Sitting there quietly,

you didn’t speak but I looked

for meaning in your eyes,

found myself searching for

memory in dilated pupils, trying to

read the tale in deep groves of skin.

Perhaps futile, your head flopping

from side to side, resting on the table,

drool escaping from trembling lips,

but a movement of hands and a shuffling

towards me. Closer, still. Where have you been?

Pain

June 25, 2015 § Leave a comment

Temporary, fleeting, but rooted in persistence.

He curls around the doorway late

at night, seeps in through the

hollow walls like tear gas.

Lashes bat him away in

defiance but he stings

like a wasp.

Only certain hands can tame him.

Hands like armour, that barricade

my supple flesh like stone,

encompassing warmth.

Yours. Always yours.

Reminiscent

February 19, 2015 § Leave a comment

Now I remember. I thought I wanted

this ache. Thought I needed it.

I guess, in a way, I do.

I remember.

‘I feel like…

…I need you’.

I miss you. I am incoherent and sad.

I want to get drunk,

Instead I sit.

I ache.

I endure.

Untitled

February 9, 2015 § Leave a comment

I loved you, I did.

Some part of me

that never knew you

but touched you,

felt you, and could not

bear the pain.

Transient

November 5, 2014 § Leave a comment

I am not the big fish in the small pond,

but the caterpillar, staring in awe

at the esteemed butterfly, seething with envy

and want. One must wait, one must wait,

but I want it now. I want knowledge and

power and love and fortune,

of which I have little.

Yet every summer evening,

I watch those vibrant wings return,

colours dancing in the sunset like

petals in a breeze and remember.

Hope. At least there is hope.

Old habits

October 19, 2014 § Leave a comment

‘Old habits die hard’ he said,

and I smirked, teeth poking out

between two red lips.

No, not me, I thought,

but yet sooner or later return

the blurred vision, the clouded judgement,

the feel of razor blades clawing at my throat

towards my mouth, black smoke exhaled,

my demons purged in thick tendrils, rectified,

clean, relaxed. Pure.

Covet

October 1, 2014 § Leave a comment

Watching from a distance,
two lover’s hands timidly feeling
their way across a table, eyes like
glass marbles gazing, lips turned up
at the corners, reveling in
anticipation.
A smile escapes a pair of lips and I
die a little. A blonde twirls her hair
flirtatiously around her fingers,
tendrils coaxed into submission.
A threat. An invitation.
The man in a suit winks from
across the bar.
I remember this well. The dizzying,
exhilarating game of courtship.
The heat which accompanies
burnt a hole in my chest that
I’m still trying to fill.
I sit alone and seethe with envy.

Imperfect

September 5, 2014 § 2 Comments

I am not ashamed of my faults and I am not ashamed to love yours.
It took me a long time to say that,
but here I am, sewn and stitched up,
ragged but whole. I have known and I know,
I see your bruised soul and I want to reach out
and stroke it. I want to kiss your wounds so that I may
wear you like lipstick, mouth stained hot crimson as tribute
to the life in our veins, the flawed, fraying beauty of the war in
your mind and the gentle thud of a heart
that refuses to listen.

Yearning

September 4, 2014 § 1 Comment

Chest to chest,

limbs entangled, fingers

entwined like weeds.

Your mouth on mine,

my chest exploding like

a 4th of July firework,

burning, sizzling,

white hot heat and

cracking embers

setting fire to my mind.

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