Dark skies rain with thunderous force
it's here where lust must dwell, of course...
I plucked you from a meadow because I was...
As you sit within that vase, I gradually watch you...
Do you think the moon longs for the earth; longs
to kiss his rolling hills...
I know you struggle sleeping
So I'm blowing you a kiss...
Every poem is precious
because every poem is a delicate flower...
We drank a toast on our wedding night,
yours pierced with cyandide...
Quieten your mind
Silence your voice...
The sun has not yet risen when I kiss your heart...
my eyes flutter shut and sleep takes me...
She just wanted
to sit upon a birch of your heart...
Being born in the 50's
not long after the war...
Oh sweet little Pussykins
Come sit upon my knee...
The bunting now flaps uselessly
In the wind that drove them away...
Even before the day you were born
Life dealt you its first blow...
My mother in law is visiting
Tomorrow just at three...
Behind the smile that's painted on her face,
Remains a girl, who tries so hard to breathe...