as you reach for me and I reach for you, through oceans and timezones, we are held and beheld by each other and in these moments when we connect, everything goes still and I find peace… and that peace is you Another poem pulled from the poetry vault from September 2020. I wrote this oneContinueContinue reading “My Peace (with audio)”
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Beneath
Beneath the insecurities I let you see I hope you glean the remarkable in me I know I show you all my mistakes underneath it all, I have what it takes So, take a chance and bet on me I’ll make it through, just wait and see This simple poem’s lines can be read forwardsContinueContinue reading “Beneath”
Gin Kiss
With gin on my tongue I head off to find you because my body remembers it’s better when my skin is on yours and your hands tangle in my hair as you taste me Come, join me on the bed change my breathingand watch my flushed cheeks fade as I fall asleep naked beside you 🦊
Touched
Artist: Henry Asencio, Los Angeles, 1971 Henry Asencio another man touched my bare skin today as I lay on a massage tableand it didn’t feel right as his hand slid over my backso I ran home for the remedy – I was only made to be touched by you
Weather
My best friend moves with the weather while I sit there trying to talk down the storm
Locked Away (with audio)
Sound credit: click here I’ve realised I’ve packed a part of myself away (again) I put it in a box marked dangeroustucked it into the basement It’s the sensual side I hide the flesh in me that craves pleasure allows me to embrace desire and being desired I’ve realised too late what I’ve done the lock is rusting corroded by a legacyContinueContinue reading “Locked Away (with audio)”
Become the Dark
My pain drops like blood onto the page angled words dominate the lines of my life through their descriptive blackness, I become the dark
Sore
Image found here on Pinterest My body is sore from our frantic love-makingfrom your touch and thrust my everything’s aching If my body remembers I really don’t mind this kind of sore is my favourite kind 🦊
Deeds and Discomfort
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com What deeds am I to do with my brittle faitha world away from the pains of war and pits of hunger? Whilst contemporaries debate which sin is worselives are lost across the shore Souls slip away unnoticed caused by injustice and shuttered Western eyes Helpless, my heart shakes their horrors will neverContinueContinue reading “Deeds and Discomfort”
Predictable (with audio)
For the poets who love to rhyme: we love to write a predictable rhyme in fact I do it all the time it’s the way the syllables come to rest every time you take a breath there’s a comfort in knowing what comes nextwhen perusing poetic text A little bit of poetic silliness for you 💜 PsContinueContinue reading “Predictable (with audio)”
Secret Thoughts Within 