He was her all black and blue
He was her every backward move
Bitten lips, sugar swollen tongues
unable to breathe, only to succumb
Wild-rose rush, indecorous release
bewildered by being hostage beneath
Afterwards, he whispers her to him:
“You are so loved,
you are so loved.”
© Katypoetess 2015
Sunday 18th October 2015 8:23 pm
How about the beach? Sandy feet, fresh breeze. Seize the sunlight, beam just as bright
How about flying a kite? Light, the campfire, just right. Tent settled, just behind that tree you see?
How perfect could this be? Gazing beside one another; amongst grass and stars We huggled as if it ...
Friday 16th October 2015 1:05 am
Lust consumes those who fall or the trap
Confusion or jealousy twitches above eyes
Desire to amount to more than the simplicity of existing
Desire to feel desired
Tender affection is rejected by violin strings of broken beings
Sympathy will be forbidden, the truth hidden
Blackness only welcomes sin.
Wednesday 14th October 2015 11:33 am
In the game of love, the act that should be the last, is now the opening salvo. But, as a man… why am I complaining?
This one is a work in progress. A bit bitter after hearing a fellow poet dismiss men’s romantic verse as “cheesy”, I thought how the shaggers / fuckers call them what you will, win and the decent folk are cast aside in these common times…
Karl Marx said religion was the ...
Thursday 8th October 2015 12:17 am
Moving day; a time of excitement, worry and letting go. My baby girl has finished college, married the man of her dreams and is beginning a new chapter in her life. The van left an hour ago and on a whim I went to the attic to make sure she had everything. I glanced around and tucked in the corner the words “china” in girlish writing popped out at me.
Tuesday 6th October 2015 10:57 pm
Several times i was around you,
Several times in your heart.
You promised to love me forever,
And i did hold on to that thought.
So love hold me tight now more than ever,
Soon you will be gone and this time will be over.
Again there will be long days and lonely nights,
Without you being there by my side.
You will be far far away in the land of fire and fury,
Monday 5th October 2015 10:52 am
I cannot speak to you anymore.
Though over these clay hearted years,
we never really spoke at all.
So now it finally must end
as I am taken once again
by collared, artistic agenda.
I cut languid love loose
re-tie dumb, devoted knots
that only he will now render.
Forbidden of fruitful verse
which may wistfully introduce
play on words of mourning....
Sunday 4th October 2015 5:57 pm