The Connection of Us

Words do come easily to me I won't deny it. There used to be days when I was lost for words, but they would always come back. Sometimes a little darker than when they left. Those days, I would let the words come out in slow, painful drip drop drips until I had bled out... Continue Reading →

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(Un)done

I tried to make the moon unshine, Unpour this breathing vintage wine, Unbeat my heart, but I cannot, Nor ravel this unravelled knot. I asked the stars to please unbright The kisses that they placed on Night. I cannot make your voice unheard, Unwrite your pure poetic word. I tried and failed when undesired, To... Continue Reading →

There Are Tears

Last night I cried some tears for Sleep, (In sleep alone is where I weep) And though the dark I call my friend I pray that fate your heart will lend     For just a moment do I ask And surely Time's up to the task I'm sure a minute he can spare, I'd... Continue Reading →

Love

Brave, I know- To write of love. This word we overuse. And cowardly of others who This sentiment, abuse. And sought have I, another way To say that Love I feel. Yet poverty of meaning screams at me My lips then seal. And why I ask, are synonyms much poorer to my mind? And why... Continue Reading →

I Need…

To wake in your arms, and not in my tears Sense as you whisper away all my fears Someone to take me, and take me you must, As your love slays my demons and turns them to dust. Soft urgent kisses, that promise your heart Touches that soothe me, not rip me apart. A voice... Continue Reading →

Last night…

...we made love. Not sweet, innocent saccharin love. Not fake, meaningless empty love. Not the love that breaks the spirit and mind . Love that is Real. And True. Deep, hard, intense. Love that hurts so good, and aches with eternal need. Meaningful, purposeful, fateful, real. Urgent, slow, lustful. Love. You held me so close.... Continue Reading →

Aching, Smouldering Vignette

It's late. Far too late to be awake let alone nursing a cup of coffee that went cold hours ago The living room is dark, only the light of the TV flickering, and some inane advert playing quietly and proclaiming that this contraption will tone¬† your buns and your thighs. Wow, she thinks. Fascinating. Snowing... Continue Reading →

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