London skyline

 

Primrose kisses

under golden

hillside sunset,

thoughts glide

like lusty dreams

combusting above

the London skyline.

 

Vauxhall spies

hands holding tight,

searching eyes to see

the love inside.

Lips part to share that love.

Longing sighs as night

is still to come, where they can

walk under the moon

and make love

like the sun.

 

The rumble of the tube

gives way to the solitude

of a London skyline.

Silver on midnight blue.

Alone with you, in a place

where feet are always

trampling through.

We sing songs

at the top of our lungs,

flirtatious dancing

with the night as our hearts

burst out of our mouths

in wild passion.

 

To the Camden crash pad,

a landing zone

where dreams come true,

where we two become one

as the phone plays songs

that will bring us back here

for the rest of our days.

And the sunlight filters across

the London skyline,

as dawn rises and we sleep,

peacefully embracing

dreams of the night.

A fistful of flowers

 

Past the place selling bouquets

of wilted apologies.

His bruised knuckles

hold them tight, with no tenderness.

Like the claw marks

he left over her breast.

The hole in the wall

from where his anger

connected with the plaster.

And it all fell apart

like cheap toilet paper.

 

She slumps in her bedsit dump,

whilst he crumples up like a crisp packet,

in the only pub where his name isn’t dirt,

where his name isn’t mud.

Holds a pint of regret to his lips.

and sips, then gulps, then pours out

his warped thoughts for all to hear.

 

She should leave.

Her friends tell her so

           But her gaslit brain

           Believes he will grow,

And anyway,

where could she go?

She pours another glass of delusion

from the bottle sitting half empty.

Tomorrow will be different.

Tomorrow.

Sorrowful sips follow.

and she drifts into fitful sleep

Feeling weak. Feeling hollow. 

 

He sits, six pints in.

Anger barges regret to the ground,

whilst the drink is bargaining

with his soul and winning.

Angry clouds smother his brain

like a stormy sky hiding his true pain,

the scared boy that can’t believe

in a silver lining.

For just a sliver of a second

A hint of kindness lingers

somewhere behind the lightning.

As he reflects on the past

Staring back at him from

the bottom of his glass.

But the image cracks

as the glass falls to the          

ground with a crash.

 

She awakens with a start

Another bad dream,

another muffled scream.

Washes clean the dried-on tears

and sees the pain for the first time.

The drained life flatlining in her eyes,

the smile lines now only used to sigh.

The cracks around her eyes

from the countless times she’s cried.

She says no more. This was the last time.

She picks up the phone and calls 999,

“I’d like to report a crime.”

 

And into the night he staggers.

Angry at the world

for all he has ever done.

Bouquet floating in the gutter

to become more universal clutter

in the freezing rain.

The blue lights outside his house

startle his eyes.

And with no remorse

He lies and lies. Blaming her,

blaming the world, blaming everyone

but the one true perpetrator of any crime.

The handcuffs chafe his wrists.

His bruised knuckles, like his bruised ego,

show only guilt.

A slow kiss to the whispering breeze

 

I love you,

there I said it,

and now

the air is blessed

with this knowledge.

It fell from my lips,

in a slow kiss

to the whispering breeze.

The thought that keeps

bringing me to my knees.

The thought that makes me sing

when I feel ill at ease,

the thought that rings

like a bell of truth.

It’s you.

 

It has always been you.

The one who walks through

the dreams I view.

Even before the moment

I met you.

And now you are stood here

in front of me,

and I’m unable to speak.

Unable to share,

for that muscle in my mouth

is tied up in bows

and my voice is whimpering,

fearful and scared,

for if you know

then maybe you will go.

 

The wounded heart just sits tight,

for the timing never seems right,

but I can write, and

when the words grow out

in pretty rainbow flowers,

it’s you that inspires hope,

it’s you that lights my sky.

The brightest star on a dreamy night.

The light that fires up my heart.

The light that cuts through the dark.

 

I love you,

and although it may sound mad,

but I’ve known you

for longer than I have.

As in dreams

I saw you dancing,

and in moments of sleep

you saw me glancing,

that look in my eyes,

longing drawn

in crayon scrawls,

you smiled

and asked me to join in

and my heartbeat stalls

but my feet want to move.

 

More than anything

I’m just glad that I know you,

for love flows from you,

and even if that love

doesn’t pour for me,

it sure helps me grow into

someone new.