Monday, 6 July 2015

8.

I did not know my heart
until you ripped it out and spilled it out.

Can I climb out
       of what you have buried me under?

I cannot help myself
I cannot survive the days we do not touch.
They will ruin me forever.

 Please,
       Be the sea, wash over me.

7.

A graze of sharp half moon nails
And suddenly our previous petty pride is put away

 Repel and Attract.
Like confused magnets our mouths hover... waiting.
our eyes meet
our hands shiver

 Like cogs and wheels whirring slow
Every twist and turn fits into me

Lock me in, give me your key.

6.

Blank pages tell you of days
when the ink runs out

Wrap me in, fill me full
write with me once again

5.

When I sit by the river
under the bamboo

The answers come in soft whispers

and drown in silver ripples

Come with me, next time.

Swallow my questions with your mouth.