Inch

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This thing?

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.

(c) Slumpless

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What’s The Point?

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What is a biscuit made, without you  to taste it?

Sheets changed without you to loll in their fresh glory?

What is a dance in the kitchen

Without you to tease me.. please me.

A walk in the woods

How is it made good?

Tell me this. Tell me more.

I beg. I implore.

I cannot see the point without you.

Lots of dark clouds. No blue.

But sometimes when I stop and taste the soup

Smell the candle burning

I stop yearning.

(c) Slumpless

Forget it

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I forgot to say I love you

Forgot to show you the true blood that runs in these veins.

I omitted to kiss you

My hands hovered close to your back but never made contact.

There was a wall you see?

Between you and me

All the bricks are made of things unsaid and over said

Dig. Dig. Dig.

We built that wall.Made its foundation.

But not side by side

We dug at each other.

The dirt spreading out around us.

When did you move to the other side?

I wish memories were paintings that I could hang on this wall

Then maybe it would fall and so would we.

Back when touching you was as easy as the breeze.

Back to when you were on your knees

But so was I.

And we stared at the sky instead of the stone.

When I didn’t feel alone.

Let’s put away our spades

Let’s stop our excavation

Because all we’ll find are bones

And they’re best left to the soil

Not for us to toil

Over.

(c) Slumpless

 

Speak To Me

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What are you trying to tell me, universe?

Please speak to me. Make me see.

Just as I think the last drop of him is gone

I’m wrong.

Again.

Just as I pat myself on the back and guzzle down a drink of happiness

He appears.

Then all my certainty is gone again.

All the things I promised …

Well they just go.

What does he see I wonder?

Nothing.

I’m nothing.

To him.

But if he could look inside.

He would see the the swirling galaxies of my soul

And he would know that there are depths to me

That he chooses to ignore

Chose to shut me out.

But I know enough to try and learn

That from this yearn this never ending burn

There’s something to be gained

I’m being trained

By powers greater than me

And definitely bigger than him.

So I suppose next time he crosses my path

Next time he passes me by.

I won’t just ask why?

But how? And why now?

Maybe then.  Just maybe

It will all make sense.

Maybe.

(c) Slumpless

 

 

Beans talk

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Everything I did was for you, because of you

With you in mind.

Because of the possibility you might  be kind.

Might want me again.

And I couldn’t sit still, couldn’t read without your heavy head on my shoulder

And I fought this terrible love

This one-sided thing

While you swayed and danced in the breeze

I was  under heavy soil. Out of sun.

But those tears I shed found their way back in

and cracked my sad shell.

And now I am beanstalk and my head is in the clouds

And you are the old cow sold for magic beans.

(c) Slumpless

Citrus Light

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Can I be a warm balmy evening?

Can I be fresh citrus light?

Can I coat you in apple blossoms

Taste your cherry flavored gum

Just for fun?

Can I breathe out desire and soak in stress

Make life seem less…. just less.

Can my soft skin tip yours so that goosebumps hold you close

Can I be the mosquito that sucks your blood

Both annoying and good

Scratch. Scratch me.

Let me in

Under your skin

All over your mouth.

Let me linger on your fingers

Loll on your nose

In quiet repose.

I can be in all of your senses

All of your dreams

Just wish it so. Wish it true.

So I can be all of those things for you.

(c) Slumpless

 

 

Junk in my trunk

Clunkety-clunk. Clunkety-clunk.

That’s the sound of my heart ever since you left.

It heaves as it tries to beat , it splutters and stalls.

Every pump it makes, rattles my bones

Sets my teeth on edge.

I’m running out of fuel.

No air in my tyres.

Here’s to all you liars. 

Here’s to all your lies.

I guess I’ve got baggage from here on in.

Clunkety-clunk. Clunkety-clunk.

 Plenty of junk in my once empty trunk.

(C) Slumpless