One of my birthday presents was a bottle of Merlot,
Just after, someone asked me what red wine tastes like, here was my answer
Like drinking knowledge of
everything beautiful
With a touch of
something sinister,
Like warm silk
and raw emotion.
only utter
cheap straw castles
three last shots -
like three wishes
flamingo curtain shadows
on my 1am
a gorgeous mind
when steps vibrate
their waters they
mull in the depths
your breath is
thunder to me
but you have not realised yet
apparently orange
but I saw
a little red on yellow
as many reflective surfaces
in one
rectangle and simultaneously
at a loss
I will walk
in Him
the skin of your back
is my canvas
and it has been said
that when
I sleep on my back
it is just like when I was a
baby
vintage understanding
laughable irony
I will perfume my pillow
before I
tuck you in
and leave and
touching it means it will
no longer be
delicate
that time was never convenient for me
come back
for a moment, let’s reconstruct
backwards
they will dance them around
like a tea set in spring
essential on the spot
and I wonder if understanding
requires language
pink and blue
gin and tonic,
same thing
the best transport
carousels
like cogs of our knowledge
that I have not yet polished
and isn’t it funny
how
if you shine the light
on it right
a sheet of metal
looks
transparent
hilarious
sing to
my maudlin
to make it shine
spill water
to smudge the outlines
of my thoughts to reach yours
shower me
in the open petals of a flower
to unclose myself to you
laugh into my
curiosity
and watch me get the giggles
squeeze my hand
and wrap me inside you
when I feel scared
read a passage
to my weariness
and revive me
grace my lips
with yours
to wake me in the morning
run your logic
in and out of my fingers
to show me exactly what you know
play along with my
imagination, but on ocassion
be brutally honest
lend your calm voice
to my irrationality
and reason with it
what to say
has completely failed me
time
it has spilled over the brim of my mind
into a pool
of non answers
and plenty of wonderment
the man outside
chopping the daisies away
is my mood today
but it is not my place
to tell you
that I feel you are a
sheet of frosted glass
no music will suffice
bathe
soak in candle light
considering you
my eyelashes are wet
not an afternoon for the yellow dress
when I return to it
I may be tired of it
copious
suppose it was surreal for all of us
okay maybe tomorrow
daylight is too harsh
to talk inside of
a few doors closed
for now
give my heart a pat on the back
would you please
order everywhere
notes, bow
pressing my freshly awoken lips
onto an ice cold window
leave my mind alone
the life of a kaleidoscope
it’s when there’s an absence
with a lens
document life
today I shan’t stand it
hang me on the line
to dry of all thoughts of you
lines and numbers more numbers
faster beating of a heart
and understanding
no not really a haiku
first meeting
study the bank of the past
day dreaming requires me
to open my eyes wide so it will fall out
formless
lifting up
the length of ten of my feet exactly
precious jewels safe in my tummy
Unfailing
who knows
Unfailing knows
about a full month
and fresh oranges are gorgeous
shall I convince myself
or let it float along
life being lived
what comes in batches of 92
don’t be a silly girl
questionable
significance of veins on wings
glittery eyelids
baby diamond
my voice has opened
I nearly feel ready to go outside
no erase that thought please
2 57am. Tea. Fairy lights. French music. And a whole bouquet of writer’s block flowers. Em and I. On my rug, sailing along in our boat.
Here’s what happened when we decided to collaborate.
let’s stroll through this air of mystery
between us
and investigate the magnetism
that is so very strong, so very real
and unreal
between us
let’s piece together this wretched jigsaw
that is the key to completing the perfect
picture of romance
of love
of comfort
where we will live in a world
where it’s just me and you, and we will
lay amongst tea lights and you will
lay your head on my chest just so
you can feel the beating of my heart
and you will smile because you’re content
in knowing that my heart beats
only for you
and you will take my hand and hold it tight
with the intention of never letting go
- as if my life depends on it
and you never will let it go
because all you want is for me to be
close to you
- so let me.
dance around all the world except for my corner
taste the air except for that which I breathe
photograph all of the architecture but the architecture that is my body
be heard by any ears that are not mine
wonder about thoughts but leave mine be
look upon all of the eyes except for mine
tell them your secrets but exclude me
speak all of the languages except the one of my tongue
feel every emotion of mine for someone else
fine
go on then.
I think I would feel safe
flying to the topmost branches
of your thoughts
and exploring for a while.
I’ve finally put all of my finished poems together (chronologically by year as best I could) in one place – my new red CL notebook I bought yesterday.
There’s a pattern on it but you can’t see it in the light, this is where they’ll go now.
