Gift

Even if I could wrap it up,
Paper, ribbon,
Tape
You’d not be surprised to find
That same gift I give you every day
Beating away like a ticking bomb,
Sweet as stained-red marzipan.

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Flashback Friday

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It was a year ago today and I don’t think I can remember any day where I have woken up with such excitement to see someone. As days go, it was pretty perfect. There was you, me, a bit of Shakespeare and whole lot of night…

If I could take back all the misery I have caused for one more night like this I would because when I was with you, you only made me happy.

Are You Still There?

 

 

All Of You

These poems have all been chosen because there are some days that you just really miss someone.

Tu Me Manques

I Miss You

Without You

I miss your face
Your smile
Your hands
Your toes
Your legs
Your shins
Your skin
Your nose
I miss your laugh
Your voice
Your words
Your knees
Your tongue
Your teeth
The way you sneeze
I miss your mouth
Your chest
Your arms 
Your butt
Your shoulders 
Your back
Your self harm cut
I miss your touch
Your smile
Your cheeks
Your eyes
Your neck
Your ears
Your cock
Your sighs 
I miss your veins
Your cells
Your atoms 
Your blood
Your movements
Your hair
Your heart and its thud
I miss your song
Your beauty
Your love
Your sun.
But mostly,
I miss you,
My own special one.

‘Come Slowly-Eden’ By Emily Dickinson

If only you knew how heartbreakingly beautiful you are,
How you are so many perfect things,
How your touch is honey,
How your absence stings.

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Come slowly—Eden
Lips unused to Thee—
Bashful—sip thy Jessamines
As the fainting Bee—

Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums—
Counts his nectars—
Enters—and is lost in Balms.

Emily Dickinson

Petals

 

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Morning;
The heavy lightness of sunshine
Opens dark eyes that cannot see. You
Are not here
And my heart is caught up in the gauzy ghost of a summer breeze,
Then scattered like petals
To fall where you might tread.

My Alphabet

There is something missing
From my alphabet
Like the black hole of an O,
The I that misses a dot
Or a T that’s not together if it doesn’t have  a cross.
There’s something missing
From my alphabet
Like the feel of an X pressed to my lips,
As the lost Zs of dreams fade at dawn
Where the rain of consonants
Fall like jokes
When only a vowel will do
To complete my lover’s alphabet
For a Q that’s missing…