Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Wednesday, 24 July 2013

Sweat

there is an un-holiness
about the way he watches
me in the morning
still in last night's clothes
with my head stuck
to lipstick-stained pillows
bedsheets that smell like sweat

Monday, 13 May 2013

The Apple of Your Eye

I remember that day
The way old friends
Remember together
The laughs they have shared


The laughter now pittering
Into a dull, lifeless thud
That echoes the sound
Of my voice


Hoarse and distorted
Because my lungs fail
To release the stale air
They have been holding captive

All this time

That day the sun
Breathed little whispers
Upon your naked face
And kissed each freckle with warmth


I remember how hot it was
In contrast to your icy stare
The one where I reflected
Inside the hollow shells
Beneath your brow
        

And I saw that
The apple of your eye
Had rotted to its core
                    

Wednesday, 20 March 2013

A Love Poem


I want to kiss your skin
The way you kiss my lips
I want to eat into your core
And not throw away the pips
I want to feel your breath
Like a gentle breeze
I want to whisper in your ear
I know you like the way I tease
I want to know your thoughts
So you won’t be so alone
I want you to know that I love you
Until you’re just rotten flesh and bone

Thursday, 22 March 2012

The Nuclear Family


There once was a couple

Who had it all;

Money, fame and

Their own grand hall.


But their nights were restless

As they tried and tried,

But no child would come

Oh, how they both cried.


They were offered a contract

That would set them for life,

But only on one condition...

She was to become his wife.


She never believed in paper

Their love was simply enough,

But her name was changed

And she was tied to his cuff.


And thanks to science

A child was born,

Though their love had gone

And the contract was torn.


The court saw praise

And pittied them both,

No Bible was needed

No hand shake or oath.


The child grew up

He was big and strong,

Looked just like his father

And never did wrong.


But time passed by

His parents were gone,

They never were happy

Though their lives were long.


What was there left

To love in this world?

Five decades he lived

Before the lies unfurled.


He wasn't happy

He wasn't sad,

But he felt guilt

For his mum and dad.



It was his fault

They never did love again,

He reminded them too much

Of all their conflict and pain.


So he tied himself a noose

And took one last breath,

He thought of his parents

And embraced death.