a woman.

I need a woman, so badly.
I need a woman, with wild curly hair
Eyes that shine at every surprise
And wink when she’s done something
unspeakably dirty
With soft, smooth skin, and freckles
I can trace all over her body
Full of curves and contours
And scars and rhymes
Fingers, long and slender
Strong arms, luscious legs
To pin me down with
Bold cleavage showing,
I’ll kiss her tender neck
Leave my mark, taste her scent
Inhale her beauty, the air I breathe
She’ll make me laugh,
when no-one else can
She’ll hold the keys to my mind
In the palm of her hand
I’ll chase her, form and spirit
Through waves, across the sand
Her charm will seduce me
Capture me, never let me go
She’ll smile, the world will stop turning
And I’ll smile
Her lips, such soft silk
Beneath mine, so yearning
I’ll drown in her gaze
Immerse myself in her voice
As she whispers, talks, giggles and screams
Passionate, a child
To be cared for and loved,
as wild as her hair
She’ll fall, I’ll catch her
She’ll hold me, I’ll cry
She’ll reach for the sky
And gently touch the stars
Her touch, leaves me gasping
Aching for more, for her
She drives me, spinning
Into worlds so high, so breathless
I could never adore
Anyone but her, love her more than
Life itself, for life is her
She is the best of me, the brightest of me
The happiest of me, and I her.

I need a woman, so badly.
Right now.

the smell of burning.

the flame, it leaps
he holds it to my chest
too close, presses firm
as the flame starts to dance

my skin, the slate
it scrapes
through layers of smouldered
me, from pink to dead
to blackest black,
rotten ebony

it peels away
he pushes deeper
through tissue and sinew
to muscle and back

throbbing organs
shudder and moan
the glistening white
of perfect bone
shines through

that orange glow of the flame
lights up the cave
as he plunges in rage
deeper he goes

frayed edges of flesh
they stretch and twist
round his circling wrists
his teeth grind
with pleasure, satisfaction

bloodied and grand
are his human hands
the dancing flame
it gently pirouettes
in the hole in my chest.

let them come.

the sky, darkened
her eyes, darkened
her vision, blinded
by a deep purple-black
her retinas were tainted
whilst night was drawing in
as her hooded lids concealed
the burnt decay within
lashes fringed with ashes
pupils piercing and pitch
shadowed with foreshadowing
her lip corners twitched
the silohuettes of confrontations
outlined in the dusk
intimidation left at twilight
let them come, let them come.

 

night walk.

flicker and burn
my sight, etched
with image and blur
that endless tune
an echoing dirge
hands grasp that
bulky switch -
i am
reluctant
the bright noise, ended
draws the darkness near
heavy silence feasting
as doubts crawl ever closer
merciless, their webbed limbs
claw the weeping air
and the lonely owl ascends
up and up
those creaking stairs
to another restless night, it sends
a message to her dizzy friends
don’t leave me.

quite a friend.

i understand
that my words aren’t enough
could rarely be comfort
they aren’t uttered from her lips
or formed from a mind
articulate and picturesque
but just in case
you should ever need
my fumbled beginnings and
lingering ends
my pointless anecdotes
and drearily detailed depictions
of same-old surroundings

or, if you need anything else
that might be helpful
anything at all

your pain is my pain.
i’m here if you need me.