Saturday 21 August 2010

And Everything’s Wrong.


And everything’s wrong

that makes it work,

from the high heel shoes,

to the short length

skirt.



From the gloomy

disposition, to the enigmatic

smile, to the possible and maybe's

to the “see you in a

while”



Every thing is stupid -

everything is sweet,

from the lilting of her

perfume,

to the painting of her

feet.



And everything is wrong

‘Cos everything is right

in the kissing of her smile

to the ending of our

night.

Of course.


Of course - she lies with me

in my arms, her head to

my chest I can feel her

breath so gentle against my skin.



Of course - she walks with me

by my side, her head inclined,

to my shoulder, her hips kissing

mine with the rhythm of our

steps.



Of course - we live together

share our lives, the washing

up. We walk the dog, wash

the car. Make our bed.


Of course – we make love,

her warm silky skin,

the catching of her breath,

the wonder in her eyes.

Of course-

Of course-

Of course.

Friday 13 August 2010

Alabaster or Marble.



Alabaster or Marble she

sculptures her look

resolved

to push through another day.


An armoury for survival a

perfected

indifference, a strained resistance,

she looks the other way.

Monday 9 August 2010

Unrequited.



I guess I kinda love her

In an impossible way

In a fanciful way

In a whimsical way

I guess I kinda love her.


I guess I kinda want her

In a curious way

In a mysterious way

In some kinky kinda way

I guess I kinda want her.


I guess I kinda need her

In a selfish kinda way

In a greedy kinda way

in a needy kinda way

I guess I kinda need her.