I would say yay if
your lips met mine and
intertwining tongues talked and
left no bitter aftertaste
if you’d say you felt the
energy, the vibration
like never before when
the hands of light hovered
over your naked back
in the moonlight
Age of reason
age of treason
daemons roaming
forests of old.
Dry stone walls
dividing the lands,
sheep roaming
and grasslands
blooming
Homestead killing
streams of blood,
witches burning
stakes on high –
the hunt goes on.
When I awoke today you were gone. Your side of the bed was already made, like no one had slept there at all. With the morning yawn the vague recollections of spooning and joy resurfaced once more. Will they never stop, as the years go by and the memories of you keep fading.
Empty paint buckets
Calling for friendly
Brushes
Strokes of love
An empty canvas
Longing for
Touch and
Retouch
You asked and I gave
little things always – tea pot
You asked and I gave
eight shivers at night – delight
You asked and I gave
seeds for growing – once
You ask and I give
nothing – anymore
you smoked – but didn’t
we attended mass – yet never
your friend said you didn’t fuck around so
making you pregnant a world away – gawd I’m good
you slut.
Take the stick
Spit it out
Crack the whip
Turn it up
Dream a dream
of life – unshackled
twitching lips and flaring
nostrils
behave OR face the music
the pendulum swings
NO LONGER
the clocks stopped
TICK TICK TICK i-n-g
her dress ripped
bare nipples
PUT THE GUN DOWN!
there’s children around
show your age and
mind your language
the night is young and
the bitch’s still bleeding
You said dance
like nobody is watching,
write as if no one
will ever read
so all I can do
is write on your wall
LOVE ME, LOVE ME
LOVE ME
