The dark laughs

somewhere –

only in my head.

You’re too slow,

you’re old

and they don’t need you.

Nobody needs you.

You wake up and

go to sleep

the same way –

alone,

untouched.

This life is a strange thing,

and is hardly living,

when friends pass one another by

and love is a ghost in these lonely walls.

Your hand feeling on my chest –

fingers sliding across tattoos and muscle –

brings the freedom and the never-setting sun.

Your sweet, shy smile melts me,

it owns me,

it is me.

I am endless,

I am power,

I am alive.

The fury and the fear,

the dance and the death,

my love and your lust;

our lust is our love.

Life counts down hopes like

these wasted seconds, minutes,

and I shoot for the stars in your eyes.

Love me,

I need you.

Don’t ever say goodbye.

The smile that

breaks me open;

the wave that

breaks on the rocks –

I want to feel you

crash into me.

The beauty of the rose

never lasts

long.

You hold it in your hands,

killing it –

small and slow and

inevitable.

My arms wrap around your hips

and tits –

we die together

a little bit

at a time.

Your lips smile

Soft

And you’re opening up from all the April showers.

May brought your touch

And my surrender to the divine –

The worship of you.

Love is a warship

A battle fought five too many times

And I’m tired under the oak tree now.

I rest and wait

And rest and wait

And deliverance came,

But was it a dream?

Your legs over me,

Lips and tits pressed into me,

When did I wake up (or will I)?

This pandemic hits hearts hardest,

And you can have my damaged heart for free,

Girl of my pandemic dreams.