Little pleasure

I don’t have time to plant flowers

Or paint my kitchen blue

I don’t have the patience to bake a cake

I’m too busy to take a bath.

I realised then you absorb colour

From the world. From me.

I gave it out without a thought.

These little pleasures came easy

The smell of coffee in the morning

Candles late at night

These things were scaffolding for my fragile senses

They keep the grey at bay

But for you the world was made of sturdier stuff

And you had no need for sculpted glass.

I’m not saying you’re crass but you’re not as gentle as I thought.

So I will keep filling this world with rainbows

But you won’t find my gold.

(C) Slumpless

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Carry the light 

Treat me like an Angel

And I will fly for you

Tell me I’m beautiful

And I will grow more so

I am what you put in

And take out

In. Out. In. Out.

This is what love is about.

You touch my skin ever so slightly

But I feel weight in those fingers

I feel light. Lighter.

I’m flying above this room

I’m floating on lavender clouds

Your breath is the breeze

And for now you control my direction.

I must remember though

That I am more than Angel

That I hold both dark and light

And the balance is mine to keep

I must not let the heavens weep

So treat me well and I will be an Angel

But there are parts of me that 

That are mine alone

Mine to mould

Mine to hone.

Your fingers are magic

Your touch is delight

You hold the lighter 

But I carry the light.

(C) Slumpless

A little something

This thing we have? 

I’ve learned never to ask

“What are we”? 

The truth is:

We’re nothing.

A little something in the evening

A soft hand on a hard place

A gentle caress of the face

Going nowhere. Nowhere to go.

This time I’m ok with that.

You don’t sing me songs, right any wrongs.

You just touch and go.

Ask me no questions

Tell me no lies

Our conversation is made up of sighs

Moans. Groans.

We’re on loan. Not alone.

I don’t look for hidden gems

I don’t dig at your soul.

It is what it is.

A little something. For a little while.

(C)Slumpless 

Black Lips

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My fermenting thoughts, turned you to wine.

Better than grape but not as sweet

Warbling like a stream through my pretty veins

Making me babble like a brook

Black lips, giving you away.

Giving me away.

And though I swirl you about my mouth

I never spit you out.

(c) Slumpless

Soft And Sad 

I will follow you like a whimper

Soft and sad. Slobbering on your shoulder.

You hate the way my nostrils flare 

The way my face puffs when I cry

I’m a useless jelly

A wobbling mass

“Silly Billy.Silly Billy.”

You say it with no hint of light

No glint of love. 

You have nothing else to say.
And I have nowhere else to go.

(C) Slumpless

Skim

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You didn’t see the blemishes, You didn’t feel the bumps

The bristles, the lumps

You skim your tongue over me

As if I were made of milk

Lapping at silk

All the parts I hated

Berated over the years

Have disappeared.

Your fingers

Your lips

Are smoothing me over

Like a brand new shape

A perfect sculpture

And I’m beginning to think

I’m not all that bad

I’m beginning to think..

(c) Slumpless

 

Havoc

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We cling to each other like limpets 

As wretched storms howl above

Hurling light back and forth 

Havoc outside our beautiful bliss.

Angry seas won't take you from me
Nor greedy fingers searching for salty mouthfuls
Your softness is mine tonight
Your ebb and flow 
The angry mass can come and go

But now the winds have calmed

And gull cries can be heard again

The floating remnants of unfortunate wrecks

Will keep us buoyant 

And though we may feel a chill

All around us the water is still.

(c) Slumpless