Heart beats and heavy breathing set the scene.
Eyes open, spasm
Scream.
I fucking hate myself.
Heart beats and heavy breathing set the scene.
Eyes open, spasm
Scream.
I fucking hate myself.
I see hope is radiating
from your strong, highlighted cheekbones
Mirroring your fears like souvenirs
and all the strength that you broke
When you started mending nicely
And folk said you looked gamely, save the eyes
That seep your secrets
What to’morra brings
I’ll let you know a secret
Wrap it up and keep it
It still bleeds deep within
You’ve got that look that could still a thousand heartbeats
But you hear a banging in your ear
Losing more, without me
Don’t you see?
I’m your plastic millionaire
You’re there
in those moments of space
between the places where white noise waits
for silence.
But as the clock turns on
chiming time with a bird, and
I find it harder to succumb
to quietness
and feel you slip, between the
cacophonous cracks.
It’s hot and sticky – a viscous, Mumbai sunset
complete with Bombay’s colours
I heard it said that those smiles are best
but yours, dressed here now in glistening sweat
beams like the sky of high noon.
You’re California
and I, aware of my own London grey
am content to reply with Irish eyes, instead
I’m not like them
Are you like me?
I like interesting people
The people that often dislike people
Problematic, to say the least
I like my own company – no pretense
My world, not a stage, nor I
an actress
Not then – not in solitude
Just me.
My head is busy – I like that, it keeps me nimble, save the fidgeting
Tapping, dancing feet
I keep my back straight – happy for folk to talk freely behind it
Improving posture
Weak-kneed at times, I’m double jointed
Bendy and hyper
Mobile heart and soul, northern beats
I’m not like them.
Are you like me?
Perhaps we will feel like them, spending time away from them
together.
I’m always missing somebody
and exercising control – muscle flexing with a burn
A steady smile, you like it?
Drunk on laughter, wine sodden
with odd socks sleeping on my skin, sweeping the floor like they’re made for it
I sit cross legged with a tambourine
but it is you that shakes like you’re convulsing
Two left feet, twirling you in circles and me in contentment
To this wonderfully strange, new beat
You have a way
makes me want to slow right down
and taste the light
that guides a thousand ships
The brink of borrowed time
that we lend now, pretending
how we had ever loved another
How we are merely
vessels in the dark, anchored deep until tomorrow
Lying here
just two sweaty souls – the waves have now forgotten
Sails and guards and hearts
are loosened now
colliding into one and other
You’re beautiful. So very beautiful
and mine
Bit of a dreamer, me – pillow talk
with a stranger or laughing
hyenas
Love a story – live many, with worlds washing over and pouring out of pens
Paper
papering over cracks that seep through painted smiles, leaving
days to love, like nights to sleep
I don’t sleep much, me – do the dreaming in the sunshine
Awake in peace
I’m courage on the plains
Fighting unsung battles
that only I can lose or win
Saluting to the pain
When that cold of winter seeps through
I’m sinking in the swim
But in shadows, there are shaplings
and I’m trying for the best
to create colour
Speak volumes
Remembering all the time
how it’s best to forget
Don’t talk small to me – I want
ships at sea and the tall tales of Sailors, Tinkers
who travel through their time
Give me secrets
whispered through the fabric of
pillows; your ocean floor thoughts.
Fill the space between us with
planets and theories; give me oral
that leaves me breathless
and needing to be captivated
time and time again