27 February 2014

heat

these blazing hot afternoons
spent kissing you in the sun
there's no better way to burn
on

almost invisible

he took one long look at me
then turned to you and said
what have you done to her?

I don't know how he became
the only one who could see.
on

tsunami

we were a tsunami
the search and rescue team
is still picking up the pieces of us
on

25 February 2014

wound II

pass the salt
I can tend to my  own wounds.
on

fabulous

you are a fabulous arrangement
of whatever it is we
are made of
on

off guard

you catch me off guard sometimes
with words,
and in that space before I freeze,
I am exposed -
I will leave if you persist with
tenderness.
on

building shadows

slowly breathing you out

 someone should tell you
we are building shadows
on

24 February 2014

nightmares

Strange, leaping, chasing snakes
Bleeding, screaming crows
Broken eggs on hands and floors

 You're my every nightmare -
and more.
on

kiss VIII

all those times you
pinned me down to stop me
from fighting you,

I bit you-

and we laughed
and you kissed me and I always
forgot I was mad
on

kiss VII

every time you made me mad and then
kissed me, I fell for you
a little bit more
on

ghost stories

we exchanged ghost stories
I walked away with a piece of you
a story for somebody else
on

21 February 2014

seven weeks

seven weeks of bliss
have come down to this
I still crave your kiss
on

pain

I can bite down
on my own pain - but
seeing yours breaks me
on

cold

Baby if you think
I'm cold, I guess
I nailed that role.
on

the end

say
goodbye
with dignity.
let go
with grace.
on

bruise

I will miss the bruises most
those hard kisses on my skin
the weight and ache of you
on

13 February 2014

hunger

Some names taste better.
Yours will be delicious.
Feed me. Now.
on

name - I

I hold your name -

 carefully in my mouth
it has no hard edges
but I am made of ice

 I wake up choking.
on

04 February 2014

realisation

I am a 
corpse cooling 
slowly

 your hands
can only warm me
for a while
on

frozen

that cold hard slap
of your name in my inbox
ice-blasted my blood
on

Impasse

I don’t eat anymore
because I can still taste you
inside my mouth
.
I haven’t felt your lips
pressed on my neck under my hair
in exactly eight days
.
I feel weightless
without you crushing me down
I fear I will float
.
I smash my cigarette
my fingers long to touch you again
I bite them too hard
on
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