Stay away you, with the shining eyes;
Your head bent but still able to see. Look
At the ground, the sky-look anywhere
But at me. Because men like you, I think,
I know, are fair and few between.
Stay away you with the dangerous tongue,
Don’t come too near. I know you don’t mean
To but when I hear you speak, I have the urge
To run from this body to another- or into your
Warm breath just
Disappear.
Stay away you with the cold touch,
I have felt you burn, have lingered in your arms
So much that you have pushed me away. I don’t
Blame you as such-but-If you have nothing to say
Then stay away you with the fickle heart,
The shining eyes,
Stay away.
Saturday, 26 December 2009
Hibernation
The cold is hanging in the air;
In your eyes. Something glimmers
That is not you and I see my breath
Before me- Proof of life and a sign of
The time that has passed and stands between
Us.
I look but it is hidden;
Your heart.
In hibernation.
In your eyes. Something glimmers
That is not you and I see my breath
Before me- Proof of life and a sign of
The time that has passed and stands between
Us.
I look but it is hidden;
Your heart.
In hibernation.
Thursday, 3 December 2009
Botox
I saw you last night again,
Caught in the turmoil of my dreams.
Saw your face as you stood in front of me-
So different but yet the same and you
Grabbed me and said my name but I
Knew you were not as you seemed.
And still I kissed you hard, and still
I weakened at your touch, and shook at
The words I put in your mouth and
Accepted you as my crutch.
Then I woke in tangled sheets, remembering
You as you are now; heard not your
voice but the ticking of the clock.
And I realised your face will never
Look at me with love again.
Absence is like botox.
Caught in the turmoil of my dreams.
Saw your face as you stood in front of me-
So different but yet the same and you
Grabbed me and said my name but I
Knew you were not as you seemed.
And still I kissed you hard, and still
I weakened at your touch, and shook at
The words I put in your mouth and
Accepted you as my crutch.
Then I woke in tangled sheets, remembering
You as you are now; heard not your
voice but the ticking of the clock.
And I realised your face will never
Look at me with love again.
Absence is like botox.
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