Saturday’s sunset
cracked the pavements of my skin,
I only flirted with the waitress
to keep my mouth moving
Becoming mute was just a covenant
between redemption, forgiveness and
the snow – shuffling into dark clouds –
waiting to fall backwards
The rainshiver smells of Thursday
dreaming of an email which never arrives,
‘the daughters of weather forecast’ predict
there may be a love storm on her way
Can you see the blindness in my eyes
feel the pulse of my oh-so shrinking heart.
Tell the Nurse I need to be resuscitated
how many ships have harboured and just left?
Tears may fall as mountain scree
but I’ve already undressed you,
stand naked until my hands and lips
are mere hymns upon your skin
Once upon a tide
just fucking let me drown
take the blade you carve Sunday roast
and place it across my throat
Your ability as a writer always makes me interested in reading what you offer today. This is mainly why I find a site to frequent. Not for my own accolades, but to be energized by others’ writes. You do that, consistently. Bravo
And this is why I am so pleased I returned to the keyboard a decade ago. I was chatting to our great friend Honoria earlier and I’d love for us all to meet under U.S of A skies.
p.s. I will have British marines as bodyguards, for some insecure Yanks hate me. Lol. It’s always a pleasure my friend
it’s always the insecure ones that hate. LOL