He touched himself
could be anybody.
She touched herself
pretending he was there.
EDC Writing – Believing Sight Unseen
'odd lines, short poems, bits of prose'
He touched himself
could be anybody.
She touched herself
pretending he was there.
I’ve long fallen, as inexplicable as it may seem
the feeling is incredible, a once in a lifetime thing
I see you in my mind, long flowing hair, beyond
mesmerising curves, eyes search deep, find love
reality, the two of us, more than lust and passion
more than fun and games, two conjoined by souls.
Knees weld
arms fold
heart locks
sigh echoes
shadows touch
fingers brush
hand held
trace of love
He didn’t have a prayer
his words don’t count for much
face down in a puddle
mud clinging to his clothes
heel stamped hard down on his neck
hands finding next to nothing
blade slips past his spine
heart cries no reply
~
No rain no oceans
no arteries conceived
sand stormed still born
genetic traits deceived
God’s eye son’s sight
fake news she’s seen
Earth angel walking
set free believed
~
Well, its done now
X-marked life forms
for what, futile profits
poor excuse, tight hands wringing
smoke alarm, close all windows
Think him sweet
then don’t relate
he’ll take and bend
against the wall
upon the floor
flush your need
your gasp inflate
blow holes inside
heart storm create
Love what of
indifference
being in
not on her mind
~
No note
small change
she tipped him
out of her life
~
Strange the feeling
loss of someone
you never had
yet wanted
Was there lust
well, he would have
can’t speak for her
What about love
well, he spoke of it
can’t say she heard
Was there anything
well, they’re in touch
can’t tell how much
What happened then
well, she saved him
can’t say if for herself
Half a foot of nonsense
driven to release
she took his hardness
softened his belief
she gave what he’d not had
he said he’d never give
sex lay behind them
love let in begins
Looking back through poems, found this one, can’t figure why it didn’t make its way into ‘Shorts -a take on poetry’ – I guess I had a reason, can’t think why, next book a possibility, it reads as me…
They talked easy
nothing and something
spilled secrets
showed off their minds
They walked mostly
eating cheap places
drank wine
held hands a while
They kissed briefly
station rushed goodbyes
waved smiling
till their last time
My Dear…
of a certain age
hesitates confused
concedes to follow through
~
Oh Dear…
falls all to easily
phase to be endured
polar opposites it seems
~
Too Dear…
foolish consequence
word baited lines
laid bare exposed behind