Your One

‘Twas the flicker of an eye And the beating of a heart A wisp of perfumed fragrance The memory of her art The moment that you met her As eyes and minds, they clashed And how you were so grateful Struck dumb, shell-shocked, abashed A fraction of a second Set free to shape the years […]

Always

You were always my girl Before we even met You were always the one My beautiful brunette You were always my sweet Your hazel eyes waiting You were always my love Though life for us fleeting You were always my doll In porcelain refrain You were always my wife And then you took my name

Ghosts of Home (Moonlit Waltz)

  He held her close, As the wind kissed her hair. She was barely a fragment; Almost not there. They waltzed on the balcony Below shooting stars, In shades of the spectral, In the night’s deepest hours. The moon shone upon them, Intangible truths, That the girl that he danced with Was a ghost, so aloof. And what once was their home Was now merely gloss That covered the memories That […]

Fallen

It’s a freezing promise of eternal bliss That scented rose, that first sweet kiss An enticing thought you know is wrong A flash of a thigh before it’s gone A sampled passion that no one sees An act of submission whilst on your knees You’ve tried to avoid the devil’s lure You thought you had, […]

Stolen Away

Waiting for an answer I know will never come. Hoping for one glimpse Of you under the sun. Desperate for more memories To share between us two. Knowing that your cancer Has robbed my soul of you. I’ll write each day a letter And mail it on the wind. Until one day I’m with you […]

The Heat

Sweat rolls from her body Glistening like dew drops on a web A small pool forming at her navel I would dive into it if I could Oh, how I wish to submerge myself in her She intoxicates me I can barely breathe I have never, and will never, see such beauty again Wiping my […]

Future Past

Washed up on some distant shore, Memory of what came before. Beach of crystal fibres gleaming, Fabricated child stooping, feeling, Collects a trinket, battered, grazed. With passing thought light is raised. Held to air, what could it be, do? Imperfect circle, gold of hue. Not made for him, not meant for all, Unique prize for […]