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Monday, 30 June 2014

Too much ...

There is too much to long for
Too much yearning
Too much rain.
And within each spell
And each drop
Know I will snuggle my way
Through this jungle of sheets
To find you
And hold you
And let warmth spread from me to you.
There is too much everything
But too little time.
These moments,  they make
Everything of everything.

Could we be it? ...

Could we be it?
The vapours rising invisibly from these waters
Surrounding all permanency. 
Of salty tastes and gritty feels
Could we be afloat this very air
And land on places unknown.
Learn to drift slowly across oceans
And sometimes free fall through clouds
Crashing on lands
Only to vaporise again?

Friday, 27 June 2014

Heartbeats ...

I count your heartbeats 
To keep warm
The still calm side of bed
For times when your scent forgets
To be left behind with sheer curiosity
To count my breaths 
Falling on empty pillows
To keep you company
When miles grow too long
For arms to blanket you through lonely nights.

Saturday, 21 June 2014

scribbling ...

Send out ripples from your skin 
And let not my confinements
Be the boundaries that hold you
Not now, not ever.
I will break every embankment ever made on me
To help you flow with rock cutting edges.
You the unstoppable flow
And I all that you channel through.
This is home made with cracks
But you were born for oceans.

Wednesday, 18 June 2014

Grains ...

Let's blind time and sieve out every last grain of sand
That ever felt to the bottom
With heavy thuds and despair
While we were we and we were infinite
I think it's time to go back with forward sprints
And live again those grains of sand
That crashed
And freeze again the ticking
To the moment of rumbling echoes through the sky
And fingers that forgot to unwound. 

Ranting ...

Maybe this is what solidarity is all about.
Me and the phantom presence of you
Soft haunting kisses
Reminding me every second
How I am the gap you so completely fill.

Saturday, 14 June 2014

Ranting ...

Meandering madness of life
I've wandered through every
Curve in my spine
To love you with every drop
That ever will flow through me.

Wednesday, 11 June 2014

Wordless ...

Let's coil up and discard together the weight of all yesterdays borne for all tomorrows. Drop every last thread of every last worry to the ground and let soft fingertips be the only blankets on each other's backs. Our tattered pieces, they rattle, and the melody it creates is what has always flown ever so lighly in the air of this room. The lights have always known when to dim and let mists of our breaths be the only proof of life. This way my respirations rise and fall on your neck and this way your lungs hold my scent in. Fingers braided together as we sit up all night wordless. These stars, carelessly spotted on this coal sky, are proof of the many infinities we have always wanted to freeze in time.

Ranting ...

Your eyes smudged with streaks of black.
Tears never felt so right
Neither we so complete.
All that remained were clothes
Carefully unbuttoned to the floor.

Tuesday, 10 June 2014

Last breath ...

I want it to fall heavy with reluctance
of so much of so little
known and unknown.
Vastness I want it to
flirt and mix with.
Go waltzing through eternity.
Blow grains of sand off of heaven
and carefully land them at your feet.
Meet horizons we've spent our lives chasing
and burn with glows red
awakening your days and stealing away nights.
Be the light that so subtly settle on you skin.
I want it to make home in you
Every corner of you
unknown to you.
Be it the last I draw of you.
And I will not exhale
till you keep it safe.
My last breath.

Sunday, 8 June 2014

Whisky Lullaby, Brad Paisley ♥

She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night


He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby


The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time 
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night


She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby

Saturday, 7 June 2014

Ranting ...

Drops on some lone wire
How we chase each other
And combine
And fall as one.

They ...

They were like dust blowing frantically
From here to there
Through the paused noises of night.
They flew from me to you, on tiptoes,
Blowing with the shadowed curtains.
They traced every inch of flesh on you
As my own fingertips
And left tender touches of lips everywhere.
They settled in your pores
And tickled you in places
That made you roll on your back
To me.
Once again, this one side of the bed
Held my entire universe.
They were everything I never could say
In the chaos of the day.

Wednesday, 4 June 2014

Scribbling ...

Long have these eyes stayed open,
now heavy with the weight of minutes
that have been flooding in
all day long.
The bed awaits to be messed up
by careless tosses and turns
and meaningless kicking off
of blankets to the floor.
They stay still
till these lips have left their mark
on your forehead
when you fall asleep.

Tuesday, 3 June 2014

Ranting ...

Slowly carved on my back
With love and tenderness 
are the many lines of proof
Why we breathe as one.

Ligtening ...

They were lightening
Soft white streaks across the darkness
And thunder it made love to
Passion and emotions alight.
They dripped slowly from the coal night
And struck with care the ground
On which I stood.
Every mark it left behind
Was reasons why reason failed with you 
They were whispered words from you
That awoke my morning.