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Meh. Break Up Poems.

Meh. Break Up Poems.

1. Straight off the train and it’s hanging in the air. Scanning everywhere For a glimpse of a moment gone by. I feel his hand on my thigh. Your name in lights, literally, above the night. Your name in lights, literally, above the night. It’s that time again When we began. The air feels just … Continue reading

Slow burn

Slow burn

Sat with my feet on the opposite chair Because the floor is cold In my mind. Elbows on the table And my back pressed Into the awkward angles Of the front of the Rayburn. It is only on simmer. This cough is Clearing the grief From the depths of my lungs. It is sticky and … Continue reading

Shadow dancers

Deeply shining Dark Entwining With light To dance. The bright beam of your gaze Fixes me to the spot. Somewhere a deer darts into the forest. I want to breathe with you Up against the walls. In dark corners of dark places. Where hearts overflow And time stops And beats pound through bodies Driving out … Continue reading

I am your anima

I am your anima

I am your anima Your soul flowing freely Dancing life In tender joy Take me back I am your anima The flowing river of feeling Flooding your functions Take me back I am your anima My curves fit your edges Sheath your sated sword Take me back I am your anima My rage fills the … Continue reading

Rusk

Tied up in pretty cellophane shining sesame crowns a treat you look like Christmas food or something from Austria. But you and I know That inside you are sucked dry Inviting, coquettish, but hard as stone No soft mouth pillows Only hard edges. You clang on the edge of the bowl Refusing to sink into … Continue reading

Born of a struggle

Born of a struggle

Feel I must Go deep Don’t push a poem out for a hungry crowd of inner critics milking the joy of living from my aching breast it will come out rancid and lifeless Butterflies and baby things must be born of a struggle a struggle to express to come out from inside not that it … Continue reading

Dancing queen

I go deep into flow. The wild wolf woman throwing back my head to howl delight and raw power of soul. The day dances along new partners on  the floor come bearing gifts laying destiny at my feet and looking on with worshipful awe. A newly born queen wings moist but unfurling a sleek lady … Continue reading

Be like water

When you are water, every rock wears away over time and tumbles – fragmented – downstream in your currents and swirls clattering in your eddies. Water cannot hold on.

Do not…

You’ve so distracted me, your absence fans my love. Don’t ask how. Then you come near. “Do not…” I say, and “ Do not…” you answer. Don’t ask why this delights me. Rumi