Poetry

Always and Forever

I will follow you into the dark

Always and forever,

Where goodbyes chase us to the ends

Of the earth

And back again

I will follow you

I will find you

We will be together again

Always and forever.

I would have never let you go

You never would have slept again

I would have always been at your side

Where I should have been

I would have held you up every second of every day

Because a thousand years

With you would never have been

Enough

I need you,

I need you more than you need me

I need you every day

I always will

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Poetry

Briefly 

I am Briefly and completely 

All-consumed by an 

Immediate and horrific 

Rage 

At the state of my life 

At the state of life 

“And what do you do to soothe this ailment” 

Nothing. 

Why change my understanding 

My fleeting 

Unnerving 

Burning 

Hatred 

And passion 

For what is before me 

For what makes me, 

Me.

This crippling 

And violent 

Ferocity 

Which blinds me to all the 

 Colours of the day 

And fills me with nothing but grey 

In grey you see all, 

What should, what could, 

What must have been,

Once. 

I could never change that. 
Bask in the anger. 

Bask in the pure fury 

Of the moment 
For that, is truly
Me. 

Poetry

Nudes 

Send me your heart,
Your soul.
Don’t show me your body,

Don’t be like everyone else.
Push me,

Make me ache,
Make me feel for you in ways your body

Simply can’t.

 

Show me more.

Be more than skin

And blood.

And bone.

 

Be naked in the truest form of the word:

Show me your fears,

Show me your pain,
Let me see what tears at you,
What keeps you up at night

In the witching hours,

Your primal side

 

And then

When you are nothing,

 

I will see you nude.

Poetry

To be 

A man, 

As a writer is to 
Make love 
Sensuously
Or to fuck 
The meaning 
Blindly from 
My words.
But as a woman, ah 
As a woman 
As a writer is to 
Give birth 
To make the very shapes of my worlds 
To feel every heart within my womb 
Lovingly 
And share a brief fragment of myself 
To everyone unworthy of 
My being. 

Poetry

I dated a girl 

With “enough is enough” 
Tattooed on her arms 
On her spine was “is” 
So when they were apart 
Each arm was 
Enough. 
But her spine – 
Her spine was 
IS her spine 
IS her body
IS her soul 
IS 
Is to be more than here 
She was where she was 
But she is: 
Life 
Effort 
A good fuck 
When the world caved in 
She was the universe 
If every second is 
If every breath is 
She was enough