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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If you liked Lemon Honey, you might like Secret
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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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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

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…

Dryad

I’ve loved so far beyond my means
Last spring I gave her all my leaves
And I have grown so thin and worn
In bark I clothed her supple form
She begged for more.

In pirouettes her water flowed
Her summer hymn down rivers rode
And I forgot how fair folk morn
A splash of laughter from me tore
I begged for more.

I courted her with gifts of gold
The autumn sun shone bright, but cold
An apple jug, a doll of corn
A honeyed drink, an empty store
She begged for more.

Her beauty scored a frozen vein
My bare limbs bore the winter pain
I shiver now for love forlorn
I held her close to keep her warm
I begged for more.

She laid ways to keep me reaching
She laid waste to all my dreaming
So far I’ve loved beyond my means
The price was hope, and yet it seems
She begs for more.

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If you liked Dryad, read Companion Piece

Love?

I will sculpt my body
To match your heart’s desire.
I will bring you candles
To set my soul on fire

I will heed your wisdom
To bring you to my knees
I will keep your secrets
And lock them with my keys

I will bathe in snow flakes
To soothe your heated skin
I will stitch your pockets
To keep your dreams within

I will bring you knowledge
To pass off as your own
I will give you children
But I will take your throne

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Losing it…

No innocent dream
She’s your guilty pleasure
A raw bloody wound
That just won’t heal over

Is she looking at me?
Does she see my soul?
Folding my pages
Humming her melody

Look how she rifles
Through layers of meaning
She’s cooking our books
The lasts an obscene one

Our recipe’s set
Does she watch us simmer?
Does she see my eyes
When your touches linger?

She cuts through the crust
and picks at our filling.
My metaphors mixed,
I’m losing my reason

Is she looking at me?
Does she see me whole?
Humming her melody
Eating my soul.

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Companion Piece

In my eyes you are dark leaf and shadow
Bright gilded bronze, my messenger and muse
You lead me astray down paths of sweet sorrow
Tempt me to bargain a life that I’ll lose,
Muscle and marble, your touch like cold fire
You lead me straight past my twice daily sin
Mirrored temptation to whet dry desire
The crunch of an apple, the juice on your chin.
The vale of my heart grows ever sickly
The meadow beyond remains rich and green
I see our end, emerging so quickly
The clouds overhead sink down in between.
I’ll gather my thoughts, your heart on my sleeve.
Love me so hard that I can’t hear you leave.

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If you liked this poem, read Slot Gap

Slot Gap

There’s a slot in your life where your girlfriend fits.
That slot isn’t my slot, I’ll not be that woman.
The girl in the slot fits under your arm,
She is fashionable, passive, pretty and toned.

I will fill that slot with chewing gum and papier mache
I will rip at your edges and crack all your moulds.
My life is my own, my joy independant
I demand.
I won’t fit in that slot.

But still we’re comitted, promised and glued,
To exorcise me you will need a space-time probability unravelling machine.
We are not a jigsaw puzzle,
There are no neat edges.
We are a continuum with a scribble in between.

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If you liked Slot Gap, read Radio Silence