Scarlett hair and skin so fair
He wondered how such beauty?
A raven dream
A sex fuelled scream
Such unaltered mutiny
A witchcraft smile
magic for a while
but she was stardust poisoned
with vanity
Do not love a starlit witch
filled with lust depravity.
And you always had to remind me
to breathe
as though you were not the one
suffocating me
My lungs in your hands. My shaking body,
begging you to stop squeezing.
Go on, tell me again,
tell me how much you love me.
The August heat came with love and chance
A melodic butterfly gasoir dance
And stolen kisses underneath that old tree
The sapling brought from Italy
The one which grew up with me.
Ah, this old, crooked, strange tree
My mother loved to tell this story
how it could live for thousands of years
but would only ever bear fruit once.
What a gift it would be, in this lifetime
How wonderful, if the universe, aligned
In chance, in beauty, in laughter.
And like a bumblebee to lavender
That Summer the fruit came and so did you, to me
Your mouth on my mouth under the Italian tree
Orange fruit, sweet, and we
Two love birds perched underneath.
When the wolf fell in love with the girl.
When the leader of the wolf gang looks your way in
worn out leather and faded tattoos
Believe him when he says he is no good, he had lived longer than you
Ah but his smile, that jawline, his hands on the small of your back
You felt safe for the first time in your life, really, despite the bad.
He always smelt like hard whisky and smoke
Handsome with age
Hardened with age
You wouldn’t cross him
If only by mistake like the time you smiled at that man across the bar
But you knew this whisky wolf loved you, really
He would scream it at you all the time, he’d steal flowers from the cemetery too, See I can be Romantic, he’d say,
absent mother, abusive father, you never once saw him cry
You remember the wind in your hair, wild motorbike rides,
Dancing on bars
and tequila shots backwards,
That time you were so drunk you nearly got his name tattooed,
It almost felt end game, in bed, your head on his chest
the first time he told you he loved you,
The first time you told him you didn’t.
They say she was born with a Marilyn Monroe fate
And many a handsome James dean came her way
How she was always ready with a flash of a
Californian girl smile and a Hollywood laugh
Dressed up to the nines, pin-up girl thighs,
With that Dita Von Teese show girl vibe.
Well,
What’s a girl to do?
Why…
Break their pretty red hearts in two.
I fell in love
with a nightingale
He took my heart
And flew away
Do not fall in love
with a nightingale
They cannot stay
For this you pay
Its the wind
you see?
It calls them still
It whispers:
Fly away from her
She will never do you good
A home girl and a Wanderer
will always be apart
So take off now just be a man
Don’t mind her broken heart
The nightingale must fly away
There are so many things to see
I know you want to look at her
But think of Paris, Spain and Italy
So fly off now don’t be afraid
Her face, it soon will fade
Just remember it is yours, the sky
and soar soar soar
up high.
Everything made sense with you
Nothing made sense with you
Spoken Word Poetry
I think you were waiting for me to tell you that you were off the hook three years of your life wasted the sigh of relief at breaking the contract the oath of the long haul smashed my heart in pieces and ate the soft centre the look of surprise as though you were unaware there would be sharp edges blood dripping from your mouth onto our white pillows the ones we bought in the Zara home sale will you still remember my name five years from now and my lollipop tongue will you miss my smell my laugh and think of me sometimes like pepper spray to the eyes it will hurt like the pain I felt when you left remember the Ikea furniture flat pack all over our living room floor there is still a pink stain on the wall from the wine glass I smashed in a temper tantrum like a child I throw things and like an adult you walk away from me but difference is you don’t come back I leave the mark there for proof that I did not imagine our love that felt like forever but turned into regret what do you do when it is painful to stay and painful to go I think I will sit here and wait I think you will walk as fast as you can away from that rollercoaster girl.
Happiness looks pretty on us my love
All I see is you
My heart is full
Is yours too?
Can we stay like this forever my love?
Before I change my mind
Before you do
Before we find someone new.
That was how I loved you in the end
From the top of a cliff
Jumping
A leap of faith in the dark
Falling
with grasping reaching arms
Not knowing
if you were at the bottom
to catch me
Or not.
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