There’s a quiet in the clutter,
a stillness in the scattered remnants
of days that blur together.
A sock without a partner,
an empty gum container,
dead batteries waiting for a final farewell.
all of them stranded in the corners of the everyday,
reminders of the passing time.
I used to resent them, these remnants of ownership,
......
We sat at the lake and talked of Beginnings
Difficult to concentrate - with your head thrown back
the sun glistening
on your caramel skin
head to pink-socked toes
You talked of how beginnings always end
Fits of complacency and contempt
Meaning settled on me like thick honey
Wanted to say we were an exception
......
I am a ronin of love
With no master to serve
A woman to cherish
Care for and look after
Whom I can call my own
Floating away with false abandon
Through the sea spray of chaos that is the world
All I can do is meander
Get into mischief and
......
“Only kiss me on my forehead,
if you're trying to make me yours."
A gentle sterness in your voice.
A soft command that echoes.
Is it a dare or a boundary?
I still can't decide.
And now here you are, wrappen in nights emrace.
As I see myself leaning in.
......
She loved me from dawn until when it was time to leave
Before that, just another first date
Strangers of Saturday
Morning match and texting
Always the same
"Any plans for the weekend?""
"Not much. You?"
Number swap and location share
......
I have it all figured out.
Heart,
Mind,
and soul.
But you touch me,
and it all starts to crumble.
But it's all in lust, I think.
You touch me and I seem to forget who I was meant to be.
But as I come down from the high,
my thoughts begin to swirl,
......
There’s a quiet in the clutter,
a stillness in the scattered remnants
of days that blur together.
A sock without a partner,
an empty gum container,
dead batteries waiting for a final farewell.
all of them stranded in the corners of the everyday,
reminders of the passing time.
I used to resent them, these remnants of ownership,
......
“Only kiss me on my forehead,
if you're trying to make me yours."
A gentle sterness in your voice.
A soft command that echoes.
Is it a dare or a boundary?
I still can't decide.
And now here you are, wrappen in nights emrace.
As I see myself leaning in.
......
I have breakup at eight tonight
It's in my calendar. Look!
From eight to nine tonight: an appointment
With the title: "Breakup". That's what it says.
At eight tonight
Is when she will end it.
She didn't say as much but I already know
Why we're getting together earlier than usual
What we'll be doing and
......
She loved me from dawn until when it was time to leave
Before that, just another first date
Strangers of Saturday
Morning match and texting
Always the same
"Any plans for the weekend?""
"Not much. You?"
Number swap and location share
......