Your body, wrapped around
Mine, our four legs inter-
Twined, your tousled locks,
Blond waves of sweetness pressed
Against my chest, warm morning glow
Through pyjama skin, my lips kiss
Your forehead, and you snuggle
Deeper in, burrowing your mind
Into certain deep, fighting the waking
Demons trying to disturb your rest-
Full sleep, your arms curled over and
Under my rising chest, my shoulder
Pinned beneath your heat, and all
I want to do is stay right here, perfect
Silence born on cotton down, our
Bodies wrapped, one curling shape,
My breath stroking seconds until we
Wake, this is the way of every day, to
Open my eyes, wishing wakfulness away,
Only to extricate myself against my will,
And wish I was there sleeping with you still,
So darling, so sweet, so perfect for me,
That going to work I am still folded in,
With your hot body luxuriating me down,
Your soft breath caressing my chest,
And my mind somewhere back cosy in my dream,
Where everything is perfect, just like
Our waking scene.
Tag Archives: life
bowed
Too long standing, with
Back bowed, listening as
The words trip slip flip from
My mind’s handstongue, only
To die on the page, flopping listless
Like dying fish, until they lay dead and
Wasting, energy-less, for the next sweet touch
Of reader’s eyes, too long have I waited
Wanting, hoping, pushing, for some-
Thing new to arise, some great find, like
Semantic archaeologist, digging deep for
That one true rhythm that is mine,
Only to be told by inaction wrested from
The lips of those around, that what spews forth
Is no more real, or tangible to the touch,
Than you or I dreaming nothingness into being,
As such.
Bowed, waiting forever for life to
Return the favour, only realising by stealth
That waiting is no good for anyone’s
Health, but instead the striving for more,
But not more things, more meaning, or
Even more truth, just another day,
Un-bowed, with love and warmth
Under one roof.
So, wait no more do I, instead
I sing, of flowers and petals, of
Explosions and rings, with a screaming
Headless horseman breathing down
My back, I will keep on writing every
Day, until the words come no more,
And on that wordless day of life,
I will descend below the earth’s floor.
disrupted
Irritating noise
Reminds me of a warm bed left
Half empty, your still warm body
Cuddled up to the empty space
Where I lay mere moments ago,
My impression still denting faintly
Sheets and pillow, as your scent,
Sweet as the wildest rose, lingers
On my lips and tongue, the evening
Gone, morning rushed in, my arms
Empty of your perfect form, my
Eyes burned by blaring white light,
My heart still cocooned in your love,
My love, such that all the time, and
All the early starts in the world will
Never change how I feel, as you grow
More in me as I in you, every day,
Until all I can say is, I miss you, every
Moment I am not with you, my love,
Every moment.
love
is coming home
Tired, as the day is long,
Happy to be in the arms
of the one I love, the woman I
look forward to spending my
Life with, the hottest babe I know,
By far, the best friend I never
thought I’d have, sweet, warm, tender
And perfect of heart and mind, so
much my better half she deserves two thirds,
And more, this wonderful woman I have
the mind-boggingly joyous pleasure of
coming home to,
is love.
life
Life is made,
In the end, of
Memories and love.
Memories are made
From life experience,
Not fearful thoughts.
Love just is.
Let go of fear,
Live life,
Be love,
Breathe.