Sweet Thing

March 27, 2016 at 11:42 pm (humour, Poems) ()

Oh, how I love you:
I like to taste your sweetness
and feel you upon my lips,
I like to bite and chew you.

Sometimes, I choose your dark good looks,
Others, your milky whiteness,
You are my delicious treat –
My comfort, my reward.

I love you best
when I can’t have you,
when you are barred from me.

Sometimes, I break you into pieces
and share you with a friend.

Then, I clean my teeth.

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Bird

March 10, 2016 at 9:19 pm (Poems, Stories) (, )

There, decked in eiderdown, you lay counterpaned,
teased by a tide neither in or out,
held, for now, by four corners of an empty room,
inhabited only by the reluctant heartbeat of a sea bird,
aching to be airborne, or at least tethered no more.

Quietly, I awaited your departure, and wished your feet
be warm and your mouth be moist, wished most
your two new wings be sound and strong.
And I waited all night at that harbour wall
then set a breakfast plate, to see you fly again.

As the sun poured grains upon the crooked earth
I danced with our memories, and thought you smiled.
Then you untied me from your wrist, so gently;
and my eyes spread a mist over imperfections.
Thin limbs, sore lips and chest feathers a-tremble
you stood and turned to breath the ebbing waves.

Oh, I might have intervened, but you could only fly
whilst I must walk along the beach and meet you by and by.

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Wheel

March 3, 2016 at 6:42 pm (Poems) (, , , )

Go! Grab my hand as round they spin our wheel
and clasp my elbow, squeeze until we know
what grit and raw humanity reveal.

Move desperate lips and look at me and shout
so we can hear above the grinding cogs
come, let the depth of our intention out.

There’s more to this than meets the eye: we fed
those queues to throw our pretty lives away
and now our day is spun with puny thread.

Don’t stand in line, capped, waiting to be real
this wheel will never cease, but we can find
what grit and raw humanity reveal.

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