This poetry is hard to grasp, encased and held by golden clasp. It comes to me in shouting screams and pulls apart my mind-heart's seams. It beats against my head and yet, when poetry and I we met, still young and not yet broken me (my rhythmic rhymes it helped me see) became enveloped in... Continue Reading →
I'm dreaming... I sit on a window ledge. Outside it is pouring with rain and droplets drip, drip, slide down the window pane. I am mesmerised and watch them as they race towards me, pouring with every breath I take. I'm wearing nothing but a loose, sheer night shirt; it slouches off my shoulder... Continue Reading →
The moon, she says you love me, She whispered so last night. She placed warm shivers down my back And bathed me in her light. She says you may not tell me, For fear that I may run, I said, "I think I love him, too," She said, "Two hearts make one."
Magnetic, insistent, your charms have me bound- and sweetly they torture my night; Tie my hands good and imprison my heart, I promise your kiss I won't fight.
Open my eyes Thinking of you Making my coffee Thinking of you Washing the dishes Thinking of you Make breakfast I won't eat Thinking of you Doing the laundry Thinking of you Every mundane task... Thinking of you Writing a poem Thinking of you Then... Lay down to sleep Thinking of you Closing my eyes... Continue Reading →
In twisted sheets, my twisted mind is absent, plays no part. My body present, as I sigh...yet separate is my heart.