Nicola Beckett on BANANAS
32 minutes ago
You beckon to me.
Uncertain, and vaguely guilty.
And how you "know how I feel - but",
I can feel the urgency grip you.
And how we "don't have to if...",
I can feel the expectation.
You touch me,
I can feel the inexperience.
Do you expect me
Suddenly to tell you
If you can.
Or suddenly to let you
If you can't.
Thursday 29th April 2021 8:16 am
despite frosty relations in the office
a snobbish reaction to my charms
I live in hope your chill will thaw
that soon you'll end up in my arms
I can't fail to notice signs aplenty
of you revising your adverse opinion
your eye contact seems improved
am I no longer a humdrum minion?
I'm sure you're saving me for later
delaying the better dish until last
Saturday 12th September 2020 11:16 am
he could not make her out
at close quarters but afar
smiling yes but acting no
near, yet distant as a star
like rain falling half-way
a tide trapped out at sea
an infant sapling stunted
a blossom without a bee
brows furled with doubt
mouth unstable not still
eye contact fraying, lost
signals iced by inner chill
curious blend, rare alloy
Sunday 6th September 2020 11:35 am
Being too sensitive is not for the faint-hearted
We all peer at life through individual prisms
I know now when my thin skin started
It was watching your peculiar mannerisms
Your peculiar mannerisms are legion
The way you chew your food is a sight
Your body language is a whole religion
Those facial expressions a thing of the night
You've left me wide open to the el...
Tuesday 14th April 2020 1:06 pm