Hide.

 

Put your feelings on hold.

 

A collect call for the future,

whilst you just ignore,

the growing pain,

the growling

nagging, the insect sting

of hurt trying

to claw out of your skin.

 

But you put your feelings in a box,

hidden and locked in a cupboard.

 

At what cost?

 

Sanity starts to bleed

from within the rough,

the cuts

that you place upon your skin.

 

The hurt that you say is healing.

 

And you hide behind smiles,

you hide behind those manly lies,

you hide in the cuts that

criss-cross your skin

You hide in bedroom darkness

when loneliness comes to steal the night.

 

You hide between the thighs

of anyone that breathes,

you hide in the bottle

that screams you name,

you hide in the injections that feed

hate into you veins,

you hide in the tv world

that shows a warped mirror of life.

Feeling less. An emotion drain

Sucking, gulping away the pain, but also the light.

 

At what cost...

 

A life with no hope sits

alone on a settee

Selling his dreams

to anyone that pops in for tea.

Waves upon our shores

 

If only just for tonight

could we block out

the outside and slip

into our overgrowing dreams.

Let the feelings take us where

we wish to be,

let go of the fear

that sometimes

creeps into a day, and sway

under the midnight rain.

 

We could

solidify feelings,

hold them tightly in our hands,

let go of old memories

we never wished to carry.

We make love

in a toast to tomorrow.

A promise to brighten

the futures

that will come our way.

 

And if you dream

of butterflies

we could sit in moonlight

counting those

long goodbyes

and throw them

into the hungry night.

For our futures

will be filled with

hellos held forever

in our hearts and minds

 

For if only for this night

we could close our doors

and just let ourselves

be waves upon

each other's shores,

caressing the hope

that sleeps in our eyes,

then maybe,

we will be alright

for a lifetime or more.

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.