24th March 2020
One look used to hold every fibre captive
And every second eternal.
One word would roll from your mouth
And taste so sweet that I couldn’t speak.
Power was held in the possibility you presented.
It took one night for you
To vomit out the desires that you share
With every other I have known.
And just like that,
you stepped into the realm of men.
Gods don’t walk among us,
And really I should have known.
I don’t blame you, its nature’s big trick.
You mistook the big smoke
For the clouds of Olympus,
Giving yourself a grand entrance but
Now your hands hold soot instead of me.
Don’t worry, the fall won’t hurt so much after all.
POEM FOR NO ONE
24th February 2020
Thump, gush, sight.
The air electrifies an invisible tether
Between us pulses of unsaid might-have-beens course
Through veins which swell and surge
A single prick would show internal overkill.
Thump, gush, sound.
Vibrations emerge from your mouth and crash into my ears
Drums beat, the rhythm of the dance is violent
Our melody is begun by one,
But falters in the round.
Thump, gush, touch.
Fields of magnetism bloom
into thoughts racing across planes of skin.
Light graze turns to testing press.
Both hands falter to turn the detonation keys.
Unprepared for the fallout.
Pulses halt as if shot, before evaporating.
Drums burst and the music box cracks.
Surfaces are cut, bruised, banished.
Thump, gush, splinter, smash.
Scent exists in loneliest moments of togetherness.
Pillowcases cradling heads too heavy
with wafts of youth, and me.
A taste of the unknown remains just so.
Senses feed organs starved of reason,
Running on replays of you.