spice (Remove filter)
Spice
regrettable my outburst
but this is just how I feel
on the grid-iron of my fire
scorch marks dont heal
bad scrams to your lover
you were always a tart
he'll shortly see through
that hard nutmeg heart
my naive sapphire ring
Christmas gift unzipped
in return a Judas-kiss to
a lone moss-lined crypt
you callous as quartz
pretending to be fond
be...
Wednesday 27th January 2021 10:57 am
Recent Comments
Tom Doolan on Wishes Come True
1 hour ago
Yanma Hidayah on “I Don’t Believe in My Wings”
2 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Stopping the Cuts
12 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on According to the poet
12 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Wishes Come True
17 hours ago
David RL Moore on The nutritional value of a bullet
18 hours ago
David RL Moore on According to the poet
19 hours ago
John Coopey on HELLO DARKNESS MY OLD FRIEND
19 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on “I Don’t Believe in My Wings”
21 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on According to the poet
21 hours ago