Love film, writing, nature, music. I find therapy, release and cleansing in poetry. I partucarily enjoy the performance aspect of spoken word. fave poet is John Betjamin, recently discovered him on a TV documentary about train travel and decided he was the one for me!
prodding the hulk i prod you but theres no movement no response this flogging is going nowhere i see only your sympathetic response the gentle rise and fall tells me your alive my deadned form in shadows you cast no light on me anymore topple me from the pedastle under the beam of another lover this honeymoon command performance makes me yesterdays news and all my faults exposed in the dead end mews of love if you stir, then i do, we were inseperable this slumber coma grew upon you like the rotting flowers creeping over this skins fragile relationship how vulnerbale the tightrope how aching the chasm it crosses my hands touching your undressed back my cloaked insecurity im alone in this waking sand dune skin under the quilted folds this unmade bed has moulded our shape i sleep with the mites and it is familar and sleep the escape from all of it and what dreams are there? what glass fragments await to enbed your talking sleep and cheating heart theres me, wide awake, blanking my ears for fear of another touching you
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