He scrolled
top to bottom
she didn’t
mind a bit
She scrolled
bottom up
he’s taken
in her view
Category: EDC Writing
In Mind To Be Outside
Every day I wonder what I can write
that you’ve not read in some way before
too many days I end up writing nothing
not of lack of feeling, more through
feelings being a fluid thing with need
of touch, of sight to flow, words unheard
seen unsaid, whispered ears, expressive
eyes, receptive lips, in mind to be outside.
Missed
Half-chance
half-hearted
missed her
too late
Knowing?
When I’m next to you
and you me, we will be
what we’ve yet to feel
complete and absolute
knowing we are real.
In Truth
He remembers
every woman
in truth, his few
he recalls
his mistakes
in truth, one
losing you
End Line
His recall, a Saturday he let go… a Sunday he found himself, alone.
He thought/She thought #1
He thought, ‘I’ll trust you till I don’t’
She thought, ‘I don’t trust you already’
This one smiles…
She’d had sex
mischievous fun
closeness and release
not always that good
things done before
not always wanted
expected to give in
This one smiles
looks into her eyes
knows where to touch
for how long and let go
catches her with silence
asks nothing of her yet
she tells him everything
Things she didn’t see
he doesn’t tell yet shows
her body curved to his
no lead no follow bliss
how did she how did he
as if he knew she knew
they’d get to feel like this
Fingers
Piano keys at five
guitar strings into teens
fingers ever moving
experimental twenties
tangled sheets not his
Fingers deft exploring
liaisons into thirties
pencilled comprehension
noted moments told of
holding hands with you
Comma up to you
She didn’t read well his words
