Monday 12 August 2013

Smudges and Trails

Sometimes
Times
I can’t admit
To even myself
I think of smudges
And you.
I think of deep red trails
My lips could leave
If I had the gumption
To cross over
And take, just take.
I think of smudges
Marking up
Borders and lines and territories
Precious order
That you love so much.
I think of wrecking
Red carnage on your skin.
Precious chaos
That I love so much.
I think
Of contrasts
And blood red lips
And the jut of a hip
The line of a back
And curve of a neck
An imprint of teeth
And red lipstick
Marking a temporary claim
I like such claims the best.
I think I could
Write an epic on you
Of you
With smudges and trails
And red, red lips. 

Monday 5 August 2013

Dysfunctional



Once, just once
One time only
In this short life
I would like
To be in love
Dysfunctionally.
Once, just once
I would like
To be in love
Selfishly.
Once, just once
I would like
Very much like
To create a space
A world
A universe
Meant for two.
Just for two.
Me
And
You.
Once, just once
I’d like there to be
No space
No air
No nothing
For anyone else
Just a sacred
Hallowed
Part of time
Cut away
That is
Ours.
Just ours.
And no one intrudes.
I would will it
If I could
That I would be
All you see
All you dream
All you breathe
All you need.
Once, just once
Let’s shut the world out
Too loud, its too loud.
Let’s be in love.
Once, just once
Let’s be needy
Selfish
Co dependant
Stupid
Just a for a little time
Just a moment
One moment
Let me love you
Dysfunctionaly.