Has Anybody Seen This Girl?Condensation of momentsRuns on the clock-face.Time is not mine, or yours, or your girl-next-door's.She is a dream in buttercup cream;You the proverbial cat.She is breeze through a wheat field windowAnd sweet hay in summer.Skirt hitched wading through a sea of goldAnd darting swallows sewing joy through dazzled haze.She is sleeping tickled trout in silent poolAnd bubbling brook melting sweat from sun-baked necks.She is skyIn the eye of my mind.She is the girl you deserve.Conversely,My conversation is wintryAnd ice.Or a drizzled day stained in damp autumnal greysSetting awkward aches in joints and silences.You are climbing trees away from meInto the thicker dark of night skyAnd my eyesight's failing nowTo leap the gap betweenYou and S.
Systematic BuddiesMore or less,This avoidance of words is less than idealThe more I turn it over in hyperbolic fashionBut I cannot disguise all truthWhen truth's so pure it doesn't just speak for itself,It screams.Secrecy's a curse word inside these wallsBut the walls are liars who conspireSo let's share anyway.And maybe when the wind dies down,We'll kick the leaves and I'll call it 'happiness'While your firebrand hands scorch my backAnd mark my flesh with 'Friend'.The word sears and scaldsBut it's better than no words at all.
Blue-Eyed Lightning BoltDamn. One minute, I'm all settled down for an evening of dull moping and trying to bury myself in literature by the glow of the Christmas tree. The next, my face contains more heat and colour than any of the rest of my body and my heart's making enthusiastic attempts at freedom from the constraints of my ribcage.Why is he here?This is my refuge. My haven from all the places I might run in to him. The one place I know I'm safe and I can breathe without icy pain catching at the edges of my lungs; the one place I feel thawed. Yet here he is: all damp hair and electric eyes suddenly beside me like a lightning bolt on pause. I wonder if my subtlety's reaching new lows as I shrink into the arm of the sofa on my safe left-hand side with a half-hearted "Hi" in return to his cheerful greeting. Why won't my breathing slow down?It doesn't take long before he's asking if I'm ok - and I'm prepared for this. I've been ambushed and I know I'm not veiling my hurt too well so I reply w
Tonight - updatedTonight is in his arms,Coaxing sweet something I can't pin downBut something's never nothing with thisLight in his eyes.Strong hands, but he stumblesUnder too much dark.Painted up in black and blueHe is shattered hope and broken bonesSo I'll hold himTogether.Clandestine eyes are mirroredIn sunglassed glossy conversation.Is this masquerade unending?Sparks are sparks,And seeing's not conceivingWhen the tempest's underground.Naked eyes spread the painFrom his half-heart to mine acrossOne congested roomLike a contortionist's promise,Like an elasticated silenceSnappedOr a vow of sonance.I break firstBut he holds andHolds a little too long in beautiful adamanceUntil time is snatchedAnd darkness resumes.
Poetry Doesn't Do Justice"In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes"But your Shakespearean connects our fiction.Your eloquence grabs my midnight in a chokeholdAnd I return the favour with proud twists on languageBut none of these wordplaysDo justice to an imitation of veins you tangleWhen you jangle my nervesWhen "YOU'RE ADORABLE"Wins your expressionAnd invades your cool bluesBut stops short of yourTip of the tongue,The teeth andThe lipsIn true dramatic fashion,You mark the momentIn sweet separation.
Blankets of SilenceI'm alone,A clawed hand of cold at my throatReplaying your strong arms as they ranCircles around my hopeful backAnd your heart beat warmth through my chest.Ribcage devouring ribcageLike Krakatoa lovers,Like the doe's fear in a lion's eyes,Like you might swallow me upIn an impressionistic blizzardAnd leave my skin to the snow;Each heart filling an empty cavityOf futile oppositionSharing warmthAs your hand kissed my cheekIn playful innocence.The cutoffs from heaven's paper chainsDance mockingly,Punctuating my empty hand.Snow scenes should be shared.
White NoiseReel in the wire bridging the gap ofNegative spaceBetween our knees.I am falling through disaster;The discomfort of you reading my mind through my pupilsIs a pain so beautiful, I can't helpBut read right back.It's the quiet in the carpet tilesAnd the angry noise in your shoesThat divides my mouth;That parts my lips and spews insignificanceWithout intervention of my teethTo bite backAffection.Capture the flag;Capture the ache.Capture the ache between our kneesAnd break it.Close the gap and seal it.
Open UpCold, brittle wordsSnap beneath my fingertipsIn fur-coat guisesParading as cheer.I try out my ice cube impersonationWhen I freeze your teeth and pin down your running tongueBut I drip off the edge every time you come knockingWith pain in your fistsAnd a shine on your eyes.This is inpropriety.This is war.Star-crossed in the truest sense of clicheWith a hurried bundle of words andHeartstrings I can't untangleBut know that this is wrong.You infuriate the silenceOn the wrong side of my door.You are anInside out skeleton in the padlocksAnd you shouldn't be hereShouldn't be hereShould NOTBe here,On my side of the door.My silent throat screams "Turn the clock forward"But my arms open up and whisper.Welcome.