Lemon Honey

Your words pour out my mouth
And trickle down my chin
You taste of lemon honey
Silent on my skin,
Your air a heavy cloud
Of droplets wet like rain
You taste of mallow sweet and
Sour cherry pain.

You say you love me
You say you love me
You say you love me
But I can’t stay the same.

Your words pour out my mouth
And trickle down my chin
You taste of lemon honey
Warm and slick like sin.

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Firelight Shy

There’s fire in your hair
As we sit down here talking,
A spark glowing brightly
Amongst growing dim
Were I to touch it,
Would you judge me forever?
Are we matched?
Is it safe?
To say what I mean?

The wind blows so cold
But you smell of red leather.
Like the back of a bike
In cold winter air.
Would you hold me close
And ride over the mountain?
Do I love?
Or envy?
The place where you are?

Lips show such promise,
But I’ll not bite that cherry,
I won’t risk the foolish,
Discomforting quiz.
So I’ll back pedal
And cast hope to the ocean.
My basket
Forgotten,
Just friends with a wish.

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If you liked this poem you might also like Run Dry
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So Tightly Wound…

Unravel the knot of my desire,
These inconsistent locks of mine.
Ease the kinks,
Brush out the fire,
Polish my soul for lustre and shine.
Spread me out wide from head to my feet
From the tangle spin me so fine.
Hang me to dry,
Laid out so neat,
Give me reason to take what is mine.

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Picture by Engin Akyurt
If you liked this, you might like reading Tell Me

Red Bikini Promise

Red bikini promise
On a solo swim
Checkered ocean laughing
Blue horizon win.

Bodies caught in motion
Kisses on the breeze
Love adrift and sinking
Tickets if you please.

Lapping at my fingers
Bubbles clothed in foam
Love a sunset promise
Far away from Home

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Picture by Comfreak
If you liked this poem, read Subtext

Wretched

Oh muse I have bartered and broken you.
I raised you aloft, while I sank so low
I gathered you in and knelt at your throne,
I turned you away and made myself stone.
Had I heart enough to hear your pleas
I could not resist, and yet, I’ll not yield.
Caught in a web of memory silent
I dream of silk stained with bright violet.
Your colours mute, your sadness inviolate
No more to speak, your heart tightly wired.
Love me once more, love me for a liar…
Oh muse, I have bartered and broken you.

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Picture by Matvevna
If you liked Wretched, read Companion Piece

Run Dry

In a one way mirror

Your lust now obscuring

My pictures in pieces,

No longer enduring.

The coast is not clear

Its shapes cast in fog

Shadows of lovers

Illusions of love.

We wander together

And stare at the lack,

Drought in our hearts

Without a way back

 

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Picture by CJ

If you liked this try Moorland, Betrayed

Moorland (Betrayed)

The wind blows cold
It shatters my bones,
And slivers of rain
Punch straight through my soul.
Sunlight forgotten,
Our map led me wrong.
Promised a landscape
You’d not said which one.
I am lost up here,
Alone on the fell.
Ground so uncertain,
You knew me so well.

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If you liked this poem, read Pretending

Eraser

You speak as if you
Are the only fact,
As if your word is
The one worth hearing.
Your perspective so
Crooked and swollen
It eats us all, our
Poor truths forgotten.
I don’t know how to
Form an opinion
Righteous enough to
Defeat your madness.
But apathy flaming,
So angry I’m scalding.
I have my history
And I have my legends
My stories run swiftly,
I’ll stand and replace you.
You forget
I am human too.
You forget
that I am not you.

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picture by Alexas_Fotos

If you liked Eraser, read Hope – An old Campaigner

Pretending

Coincidence is no disguise
Its gauzy mesh does nothing
But hides the subtleties of crafted lies.
A lace pretence which falls in swathes
Noted by all alike.
The knowing glance, the “See that?” dig,
The “Fuck me!” smile, the “Just us” wink
Lead you down a well-lit path
The shadows thin, but still they dance.
We can see you flirting
We can all see you flirting.

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If you liked this, try Losing it…