PART THOSE SHEETS
LIKE HOLY WATERS
AND I
WILL WORSHIP YOUR SKIN
LIKE A BORN-AGAIN
BELIEVER
Chasers of the Light
desire
Trouble
Original Poetrybecause
I could watch you
for a single
minute
and find
a thousand things
that I love about you.
Beauty of the Stars
Original Poetry“They’re beautiful,”
you whisper
as you stare up at the stars.
“They are,”
I reply
as my gaze falls on you.
Lover’s Halves
Original WritingHalf of me wants to smoke Marlboros with you and stain our skin with ash and ink and blood and sweat and kisses – everything that epitomises the lust that hangs in the air when we enter the same room. Half of me wants to devour you wholeheartedly, at once, until there is nothing left but the whisper of your existence. But the other half of me wants to write poems about you because every love song fits, and every great love story reminds me of us. It wants to dress up in a tiny black dress and feel you caress the dip of my spine whilst we slow dance to dulcet tones of our love’s journey. It wants to write you letters every day of the week so you know what my love for you sounds like; what true love really is.
My Favourite Book
Original WritingHe’s my favourite book; the vintage edition with the slightly worn-out pages, the binding disintegrating with my every touch so that I have to handle with care. He’s the cliffhanger and the happy ending that I desperately crave. He’s not the most popular book in the bookstore; he’s not at the shop-front, catching everyone’s eye in the window with his self-righteous front cover but he is my favourite piece of art. I like that about him. He’s not what people expect. And that is why he is mine.
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