Thrice fallen Sickening ‘love’ Love because There’s no Other word. Senseless unhinging; The soul’s Unwelcome apprentice Staggering eclipsing Penumbra of logic Piercing passions Affection infatuation Desires yearning For more than Mere skin. Oh, the skin… I can taste Your salt Remnant thoughts Linger quiver Each baptism Triggered by Scent — drowning Flooding my Nostrils and Unsuspecting brain As if She were Credulous. That kiss Staggering surprising Rattling knees The gliding Purple satin Caressing Hardening nipples His scent Intoxication annihilation The thorn in my heart Dousing my Spent body Invading tuberous-spores Washing winds Of ‘love’ Over goose-bumped Prickled skin Soaking my Soul in Heady wine Must touch Every part Of you Feel you move From the Inside Sink teeth Lick clean The elixir Of your Delicious dermis Worship at Your voice Wince, Quiver, Shiver Melt with Your touch Deep dive The waters Of those Eyes Cliches spin The broken Record of Human need Mine Greed for Contact Every inch Of fabled Chaos Chords Intensely tethered Holding me Hostage In bondage Abundant In my Gullible heart To the rest, stone. Each of You ferment Within me Blending a Fine concoction My own Special cask. Exclusive reclusive. Did you Know of My love Like that Superseding rejection Deflection, lies Your love’s Demise How even Now, and At the end of Each of Our times; All time I'd share My deathbed With All Of you Thrice over As one I'd welcome Your wives And embrace Them with The love That’s always Been more Than I Can handle Coursing through The nucleus Of every cell I’d open The damn For your Sweet loves Rippling it Out; a Tsunami blanket Of eternity In each Of your Arms of Ages Covered, devoured The love That never Dies… Except for Those times That mine saw it Vanish from Your eyes. It still Lives here… The apparition Of yours To my Widowed love Caressing my bones until They are Crumbs of History Dust on The wind. Unseen like That word Again… Love. I’ve opened My legs Danced with Tongues Split open Veins And my (Death) bed Would lay Open for You to Fill. Welcome mat Gormless Gullible Obsessively loyal Lovesick heart.
Small poetry collection being released very soon, currently just awaiting the printed proof for final review before it goes live!
“This is a small eclectic collection from an Independent Scottish writer.
If you’re looking for inspirational poetry, words of deep wisdom, even good poetry, this book is probably not for you.
The contents are inspired by various topics including; mental ill health, relationships, lust, consumerism, commercialisation, veganism, family, death, politics and history.
While this collection is admittedly somewhat disjointed, it is also truly organic.”