Be careful with me
I have a heart that knows no limits
A soul that will search for embers in every cavity of you
Long after the fire dies out.
Because it has already begun
That gentle drum
Louder and faster
Until it hums and I float mid-air
Waiting for your nectar.
Don’t play with light
If you can’t take the glare.
Careful lover. Careful.
I have a bellyful of you but I still want more.
No one came to my funeral.
No sobs . No cries.
I was most surprised.
Had they even noticed I was gone?
Had they forgotten to put an ad in the paper?
Had they forgotten to update ‘RIP.ie’?
I’m dead. I’m dead. I know.
So what does it matter?
But it does you see ?
It’s a soul’s job to listen to hear about its life.
‘Loving mother and wife.’
Or something like that.
But there is only silence.
And only the wind howls.
Where are you my child ?
You suckled at my breast.
I built you a nest.
You took shelter under my wing once.
When did you take flight for good?
Was my approval so important to you?
I suppose it must have been.
And what about you my ex.
Are you still vexed?
We ended things amicably.
Clearly not. You’re away while I rot.
What about you friends?
Is this really the end?
I know I forgot to call you back
I know I missed the odd wedding or two
Oh dear. Oh dear.
All the little things I didn’t do.
And now all I see is an empty pew.
And I thought of you
As I always do
When there is silence and void.
I suppose you filled those once.
I remember the ways you held me
Those cold nights in your embrace
Your beard in my face.
I must have read lies in your thumbs
My brain went numb.
Lies in your licking
Your gentle slapping.
It was all a dream.
No beard just stubble.
You cut me out as you would your nails
A half thought before breakfast
A tick on your to-do list.
Maybe that’s why I’m pissed.
I was left seeking more.
More than a cut.
More than a snip.
But all I was to you was a
You’re tiring of me
Quick as quick
I can already feel the limpness in your dick.
What a pity. What a shame.
The fire between us , isn’t eternal flame.
So, so sad. So, so tragic.
That I can no longer work my magic.
‘Treat you mean and keep you keen’?
A kick to the guts? A jab to spleen?
Must I really become a shard
In order for you to get hard?
Screw it. Let this thing end
Before we are no longer friends.
Is not a casual fling.
Not for me.
I’ll make you see. I will make you love me.
I want the bones of you.
The sleepy iridescent pools of blue
The moving tides of your beautiful blood.
The bad. The good,
I want the unfurling, uncurling length and breadth of you.
I will make you love me.
This heat of mine can’t help but yearn.
It will singe the sockets and pockets of your soul.
I’m more than whore. Isn’t everyone?
You already like me a little.
You’ve already given an inch ..inches.
But in a while .. I’ll get the mile.
Did you notice when it finally quit?
Even just a little bit?
You must have felt a chill?
Maybe you were lighter around the shoulders
Springier of step?
When my love for you finally lapsed.
I know I felt lighter but no chill for me.
The heat I emitted was finally free.
To light my soul and eyes again
To stop its searching for an uninhabitable den.
Those months of wasted yearning
Those endless nights of fuel-less burning
Are over now. I will disarm
My love for you
Will no longer keep you warm.