The Early Signs of Infatuation

Eyes like a monarchs wing

Trapped inside a glass orb thing

Lips like two rose petals

Lain side by side

That with a grin

Open wide

And hair as black as the ravens wing

Swept along like a stray feather

Caught in the current of the wind.

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Romanticise Me

Stick me in feather pillow dreams

Fantasise about my

Deep emerald eyes

Burning green, burning fire

Envision the –

Plump rounded ass

Heart shaped and as enticising

As cupids arrow.

Romanticise me.

Plague me with Byronic dreams

Whisper dove-like soft things

In my ears

Watch me blush

Feel the tender flush

Creep from my cheeks

Down, down beneath

Watch my legs open up

Be the honey bee

To the crushed violent petals

Of my Eden

Which gladly welcomes you in

For a syrupy sweet victory.



Melody Blank

Empty heavens

Full of eerie cherub statues

Melody blank.

Earthbound, evergreen lusts

Full of the car engines buzz

And the honey bees flutter

Like an engine starter

Sombre affairs

That lay bare  naked truths

And longing stares.

Yes, affairs of the mind

-For melody blank

Distraught bliss

That paradise that exists in jealousy

For your neighbours wife

Or the cherry red lips

Of the young red head

Melody blank.

The unformulated desire

That lives in your heart and mind

Until you die.




Picture: Saatchi Art

Manic Pixie Dream Girl

He observes her

As every shade of rainbows end.

Wants the mania

The despair

That golden brown parcelled stare

“Do you want me?”

It beckons

And he, like a newborn fawn

Stumbles clumsily.

An enticing fantastical daydream

Beautiful, crazy and all  things female

He almost doesn’t see her.

She’s so high up

Tottering on that dangerous pedestal.

Unable now to reach her

He placed her too high

Forgetting, like Icarus

That he was unable to fly.



Down he falls,

Down the rabbit hole.



Missing You Already

You took a train today…


…It took you far away

From me.


Almost a month

But I can wait.


And yet I still see.

The embers of your personality.



I still smell your scent on my pillow case.

The laugh lines that paint your face.

Your imprint on the bed

So much left unsaid

How do I even characterise

The perfection in those amber brown eyes?


And you nibble on my ear

And you laugh when I laugh

And you cry when I cry…

And we both try and try and try.


You’re my entire world tonight.

Haunting my thoughts

With the ghost of your presence.


‘ Cause I hear your voice

Clear as day

And feel your warm breath on my neck

As I’m writing this post

I imagine you calling to me to get in bed.


But we had to say goodbye today.

That train that took you far from this place.

Like a thief, it sailed away with you.


Please just remember how much

I love you.





The Underwater Kingdom

The fishes somersault

Glistening shades of iridescent amber and silver

Like long lost jewels.

And the lake shimmers

Sun dappled with sequins

Belying the underwater kingdom

Which sleeps beneath.

But today is a lively day

With the water reflecting

Every summertime ray

The mossy sea beds the dance floor

The algae in evergreen

An emerald dream

That furnishes the ruins

Of Atlantis’ protected gates.

The current

Wind caressed

Moves the party

Swaying the reeds

Along to the beat

Of the forever lost

Whispers of the sirens song.




The heather spills over

Competing with the other

Violet hues of wildflower

And racing across the countryside.

Who can outgrow the other?

Like the sky high corn crops

That dominate the landscape

I have overgrown,

Outgrown and overcome

You and these emotions

My past demons

Whom I refuse

To sow new seeds

And let them feed

In your favour.

-Now I’m growing with another

Live ivy

We grow together.

I’m overgrown

Free and tumbling

Rolling across straw coloured fields

And into

The Picasso swirled horizon.




Sunset Serenade

My lover is…

My novel

Already half written

Every muse

That every painter

Ever painted

Lives in his soul

And day after day

I find myself

Falling in love with a new part of him

He is my adventure

My pilgrimage treasure-

My sunset serenade.




Painting by Tami Oyler

Keep Pulling on My Heartstrings

Hearts entangled

Reminiscent of a game of

Childhood cats cradle

You create a conversation with a stare

That stops my heart

And lays me bare.

Words are careful compositions

Cassette tapes put together

Through time and mind

But your eyes sing melodies

That clumsy mouths

Fail to muster

-Keep pulling on my heartstrings

I adore every moment of it.

You’ve lassoed my very being

I follow the breadcrumb trail

That leads me to you

Cast a glance in my direction

And you shall become the sovereign of my heart

My very own pied piper

Whose tune I gladly dance.

A man I’d follow endlessly

Anywhere in the world

You have now become

The Atlas to my soul.




Photo by Eliot Elisofon, 1941.

Dinner Parties

Clad in the pale pink light

Streaming in from the utmost window

She cast her eye on the lost souls

Dressed in their best garbs

Hand stitched with secrets

Complete with their own counterfeit

Silver linings

The women as false as their powdered faces

The men as obscene as politics allowed them

In this dated scene

Of a common dinner party

The type found in old Austen novels

The modern calendar

May attempt to state differently

But the number of sunrises

And sunsets

Cannot alter the simple truth

That we are all just performing our civilities

All the while contesting those ancestry traits

That still fester under the surface.



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