Tag: love

4 (06.11.16)

Seems a life lived in lovers is where I’m left,
Measured in spoons of sugar-sweet syrup.
From lazily leafing through these viscous hours
Rises wondering over days that can never be replaced.
To forget these would simply see them waste.

The fear of all outweighed by the initial,
An existence of abandoned Significants,
Self query of originality retained.
So far a life led in uncertainty appears painfully sure-
To know, however, would aid trials no more.

The human mind remains inarguably convoluted:
Arduously decoding my own is an ongoing effort,
But to determine the ardour of another is a task to
Topple it seems even the greatest of brains.
To love must be to trust, as else nought remains.

Phugoid (17.01.16)

His father said I feared two things:
Failure, and losing him.
I would say I fear one, as those two
Are one and the same.
The loss of someone you value that much in the world
Seems like the greatest failure can be.

Drifting (22.09.15)

Two ships set sail in uncharted sea,
One is you, and one is me.
We could sail cross-ways this ocean wide-
Perhaps we’d meet on another tide;
Perhaps, with nowhere left to float
We’d settle down and leave our boats;
Start again in somewhere new,
You with me, and me with you.

As we set sail, as two not one,
I wonder why this must be done.
To sail longside, I can’t but think
Our prows could clash, our boats could sink.
Perhaps we’d glide without a storm,
And you with me, you’d keep me warm.
An undivided fleet of two-
You with me, and me with you.

My Love is the Sun (06.02.15)

My love is the sun.
When he leaves, my world grows
Cold and dark.

Seeing him is like the sun rising.

The sun is setting now,
A mere 24 days to go.

And each time I see him
The sun still rises, but
Made painful by the knowledge that
Too soon, he will leave and the sun will vanish.
Stolen away behind the horizon,

Plunging me into a darkness
That will last for far too many months.

Log (06.03.15)

Day 6:
I have forgotten sex.
All that remain are distant flashes:
The occasional gasp,
The heat of it,
The taste.

The details slip away,
Smoke in the memory-
Taken and trapped in a grain of sand.
I still have dreams, more and more,
But they are unfocused and vague,
And will not satisfy.

Apollo II (20.02.15)

Agonised, I call out desperately to the Sun god.
My anguish falls unnoticed
As Icarus,
And the effect is the same.
I grieve.
Am I a fool to let this consume me?
Surely it would be foolish to think that the day would never die.
A part of me holds hope that the fiery bright
Will halt in its path
And darkness will never come.
Would darkness be the end?
Am I really so naïve as to believe that
The darkness is always eternal?
Surely darkness can be temporary.
But I remember that darkness is caused
By an absence of light.
Absence.
The imminent setting of the Sun settles on me again,
Weighing like Sisyphus’ boulder,
And I can’t breathe.
I try to shout.
No sound escapes my lips,
And Apollo, blind to my distress
Sails his golden chariot onwards to the dusk,
Knowing full well that it was tied to my heart,
And his departing has torn open my chest.

Apollo I (20.02.15)

It built up gradually;
A slow burn.
Shy affection
Punctuated with a growing sense
Of wondrous awe.

It shocks me
How something like this
Can be so swiftly resected.
It’s the feeling
That it’s too late

And there is nothing to be done.
At least,
Nothing mutually agreeable.
Sometimes the sun has to set, and
All anguished cries to Apollo will make no difference.

On a Bus at Highbury Corner (18.02.15)

It’s a kind of wrenching feeling really;
A retching feeling.
My insides don’t feel quite right.

There isn’t really a way out of this.
Well, there is;
There are loads.
But they aren’t options.

I just really don’t know what to do.
I feel pathetic feeling these pathetic feelings.

I don’t know what to do.
I don’t really want to do anything.
I don’t want anything to do anything.

I want it all to stay the same,
But I can’t have that
So I need to stop trying.
I really need to stop trying
Cause I feel a bit sick.

Zenith – Inspired by Lord Byron

Never before has been seen such a sight,
Such splendor and majesty, cast into one,
As you, lain among linens to warm through the night.
A figure with shoulders strong as the sun.

My fingers are tangled in your sun-kissed hair,
My eyes wander careless, and soon become lost.
Then, weaving our hands, our hearts as a pair
We drift through the dark and wake to the frost.

Your eyes they do glint like the sun on the sea,
You walk to the window and turn.
Away from the world, path set towards me,
My soul it is spurred bright to burn.