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

All Rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2017
Picture by CJ

If you liked this try Moorland, Betrayed

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.

All Rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2017

If you liked this, try Losing it…

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.

All rights reserved – Alicia Fitton 2017