Poetry Blogs (The For Series)
We met again, in the rain this time
on bikes, in a road
with my tongue knotting, hands shaking,
the bird in my mouth, fluttering—
my knees were weak
fell off to the pavement
the bike wrapped around me like an exhausted
rain pooled in my clenched lids.
Friday 9th April 2010 6:05 pm
Boxers round ankles, making murmurs I held you. Kissed you.
A radiator clung to, I heated the bed.
You grabbed my thighs. Eyes undressed me though I was bare.
A smile upturned my mouth.
I memorised every angle, shadow of your face.
Washed my mind of everything except how you’re made.
My finger followed the bones down and lingered there.
Hand in hair you leant to me eyes close...
Wednesday 7th April 2010 12:16 am
I will not ask your name
in case it becomes my new lullaby
turned over and over again.
I will not kiss you first
in case pecked it remains with me
a silent signature of your lips.
I will not dance with you
in case the drink blurs your face into my dreams,
watching between Love and Like.
I will not tell you my hopes
in case you fall for those
Sunday 4th April 2010 12:03 pm
For My Unloved
I will not write you a poem, for it is likely that you do not read.
I will not perform a song for you, for I cannot sing
or bring myself to learn these things.
my voice is that of a washing machine gurgling.
Let it be known!
I will not crush the stars into lanterns to light your darkness
don’t be stupid.
Nor will I mak...
Friday 2nd April 2010 10:48 am
The For Series
shackled, chain, body maimed,
unmendable labels gained
paranoid, no android:
illogical, fleeting, hearts-weeping,
To think of this
to think of this
Wednesday 31st March 2010 7:24 am