A little bravery is key
to give onself new colours to see
although it’s easy to just be
my yearing is for
the better version of me.
Feelings shaped into words, inspired by moments
A little bravery is key
to give onself new colours to see
although it’s easy to just be
my yearing is for
the better version of me.
You pierced me once
but now the wound is healed
it will not be marred again.
For this time when I see you
beneath the disguise that first deceived,
my shield will be ready, my armour intact,
my fortress built strong, ready for battle -
a victory more sweet than yours ever was.
Like the fly scorched by the lamp, you are enticed by her light
too far and you are left in darkness, a chilly emptiness with no hope
near enough and you are whole, a satiating warmth within you
too close and you are burnt, a bittersweet sensation
worth every flicker of pain.
And after the dialogue of words they spoke, the outcome beneath them become clear
that two spheres, once so close, were now separated in language.
But in feeling? Hardly.
Behind the official closure lay the casual truth
that their minds were still in orbit around the other
that the star of amory, so rare and sparse
had not yet died
but was burning, softly and soundly
knowing full well that its expiry date was due
but not yet - no, not yet.
The monotony you call security
is the dead sea wood that floats above
the glittering school of fish
we call life.
You may not be here but I still think of you,
your long warm arms wrapped around my core,
like ivy around the tree, entwined.
Strong, stable, secure
the oak and the ivy,
your body and mine.
She channels energy right through you
Straight from her eyes, transmitted from her soul
Magnetised you stand, paused in motion
Immersed within her tempest of passion.