Lipstick trace

 

That lipstick trace

still lingers on my mind,

Your mouth speaking desire.

My heart on fire, dancing

in passion's coals.

Those smouldering holds

your eyes grip over me.

My love folds into

yours so perfectly,

like a letter

stamped & sealed with

a kiss. An envelope of pure bliss.

 

The taste still teases

my brain, the itch still

tickles through my veins.

The intensity

of fire between

still holds a flame,

not whittling down

anytime soon.

Even sleep can't dull

the spark I hold for you,

because in you I see

visions of harmonious blue,

with gold-leaf lined,

floral handwritten scrolls

unrolling before my eyes.

And when I lay and let the blinds

slowly close, that writing

spells out, I love you,

in cosmic swirls.

 

I see you in the

vast open dream road

I stroll through,

when the moon

sighs her lullabies.

Ask me why I never say goodbye,

and I'll say that I see you all the time

when I doze.

And when the wind blows,

I feel your name calling me,

a hushed sound on a kissed ascent,

and I'm being pulled on a high,

for this love

must be heaven sent.

 

It lives in

the smile I can't erase,

the photograph

that stays pinned

to my pining heart.

It can feel every beating truth

inside, a rhythm to a song

that isn't yet playing.

Eyes that are glazed

into my head, like sugar

burnt crisp to my memories.

The scratched name etched

in the whispers of trees,

the leaves that rustle

the song I hear

every time I sit silently.

And when I am low,

I see you pulling up a chair.

The colour of your love

 

I was hanging

on a stray moonbeam,

fingertips clinging,

to the softest light you

could ever see,

it tingled

through my being, making me feel

alive, a flying star on a moonlit night.

The light pointing a pathway,

A line of sight from you to me.

Just hoping you would see me.

 

Am I wishing away a dream

on something that cannot be,

or dreaming

of a promise that has

yet to become real life?

 

I feel a ray of hope inside,

and I never want that light to blot out.

 

I was sitting

in the humidity, slowly

feeling the seeping

heat sweep me

into a lullaby sleep.

A world away from the day,

into a place where hope can be

a reality.

 

Floating on a wave of longing,

thinking, sinking

into my minds visions,

where my yearning glows

in supernova starlight,

and I wish.

I wish

you would see

the colours of

the love

I hold inside.

 

For if you noticed me

clinging tightly

to this moonlight,

you would know

that I wish for you

to appear in my life

like a rainbow

after a downpour.

To blend the colour

of your love with mine.

 

And in my dreams, I whisper to you

that I will hold you tighter

than the moon I sit so closely to,

and you whisper back, but I wake

and the answer sits in the dream.

So now I sleep to try to get

to play it back. Night after night.

men in strange suits

 

In a field of dreams, I lay

and the skies open up to me.

Bright light shining down

like a falling star landing beside.

I feel a pull like I’m sleep falling

in reverse, like I’m not being pulled

into the earth but lulled to

somewhere up above the clouds.

I open my eyes. Metallic tang

of copper in my mouth.

 

I could swear I saw truth.

I swear I tasted proof, of life.

 

Yet I had felt so dead inside.

 

The men in strange suits

prodded me with tubes.

My breathing

gradually improved.

My beating heart,

berated being awoken

from such a long sleep,

finally started to

sing within me.

A song of alien tongue,

a song I’d not heard

in so long, a song of hope.

Hope I thought long gone.

 

Yet I thought my song had died

in a long forgotten past life,

left to fill an unmarked grave

in some boggy field time had erased

from my every memory.

 

The surrounding figures spoke

but my ears were sewn into the clouds,

my thoughts silver lined with images

I couldn’t ever try to define.

 

I saw a life I thought

I couldn’t ever gain.

I saw the rain and into it I ran,

I saw faces smiling again

I saw hope flowing

on the pavements

in the glistening rainbows

that shone from a mother sky,

and I saw myself arms held wide,

embracing the tears I needed to cry,

ready to embrace the echo

of who I had once been in a past life.

 

When the figures held my hand

and the drugs wore off,

when they talked about how

now I was on a new path

I listened, and I will never forget.

For on that day, they saved my life.

On the days that followed they gave me

a view of what I’d lose

if I let the hurt continue to eat me.

So, I set myself free

from the cage I’d been

holding myself in.