To the lost one

December 24, 2010 § 1 Comment

I was lost in the water
I went to the edge of the sea
you were the North I was chasing
wish you had believed in me.

I was going around in circles
and you were never in view
for a lot more days in that year
I wanted to be with you.

We were hanging to the thread of love
I was not afraid it would give in
I said I will always live for this feeling
the baiting touch of your cold skin.

Frust

December 14, 2010 § 5 Comments

Your eyes are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises with two others to keep
And a third to kiss before with you I sleep.

More ‘together’ after this!

July 2, 2008 § 7 Comments

Someone had the incredible wit to write this. And another someone was kind enough to let the man know.

Yes, I’ll marry you, my dear,
And here’s the reason why;
So I can push you out of bed
When the baby starts to cry,
And if we hear a knocking
And it’s creepy and it’s late,
I hand you the torch you see,
And you investigate.

Yes, I’ll marry you, my dear,
You may not apprehend it,
But when the tumble-drier goes
It’s you that has to mend it,
You have to face the neighbour
Should our labrador attack him,
And if a drunkard fondles me
It’s you that has to whack him.

Yes, I’ll marry you,
You’re virile and you’re lean,
My house is like a pigsty
You can help to keep it clean.
That sexy little dinner
Which you served by candlelight,
As I do chipolatas,
You can cook it every night!

It’s you who has to work the drill
and put up curtain track,
And when I’ve got PMT it’s you who gets the flak,
I do see great advantages,
But none of them for you,
And so before you see the light,
I do, I do, I do!

Rainbows on the eye

June 13, 2008 § 4 Comments

Your hand in mine
by Explosions in the Sky
those opened up today
little drops liberally flying by.

Lashes caught some
illusory rainbows on the eye
should have drenched us then
before we came to say goodbye.

Lubed by nature
refusing to give away
rising a vacuum betwixt
and tender things each would say.

Dancing away in the wind
entire joys of my youth in that smile
need the most beautiful thing
I’ve loved in the longest while.

Veni. Vidi. Vici

January 4, 2008 § 6 Comments

She came. I saw. I was conquered.

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