My Love is an Ocean of Guilt

My love is an ocean of guilt
Formed by the sweat that runs down her thighs.
Shaped by her lip, the white of her teeth,
Her smile that wriggles across the beach.

The incoming tide drowns my toes,
The skulls she painted with smiles and scorn
In red with silver, crystal eyes
She sparkles with the lies I’ve told!

Her love is an island of pain,
I tried to soothe with blissful breezes,
I tried a balm of clotted cream
The truth is out there, silver plated.

My love is an ocean of guilt,
I sail toy boats along its currents.
Her smile is worth a thousand cuts
From scattered shards of broken mirrors.

All rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2015

If you liked this, read Love?

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…

Nightmare

It bangs on the windows
and rattles down the stairs
It roils and it boils
and it always comes prepared

In the rain it lingers
a grin of teeth and tongue
It bides its life in corners
where sunlight never comes.

I can see its shadow,
a thin, translucent edge
Discordant voices singing
a hymn that echoes on.

Nightmare won’t you leave me?
My life is worn and thin
An anxious, guilty patchwork
I’ve lost the needle in.

All rights reserved – Alicia Fitton 2016

If you liked Nightmare, read Word Shimmy