Inspired by the past

Encounter

Bodies meet that were apart,
the dregs of two who shared a heart.
Thoughts and feelings overgrown,
yet hands cling to what is known.
Fuelled by alcohol, led by lust,
ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Motions spin and juices flow -
forgotten sounds begin to grow.
The deed complete, what's done is dead;
the lost still left, a fucked up web.
Morning dry mouth, tangled limbs,
guilty thoughts speak unsaid things.
Back to bedrooms, slowly creep,
and next time pray to simply sleep.

Inspired by change

Rider

I'm a cynical bitch with a sexual itch;
a money crazed fiend in an OCD glitch.
So feed on my weakness and prey on my fear,
keep me coming so hard that I need you here.
And when I leave in the spin of a wheel,
the cool sense of loss is all that I feel; 
though not for the boy I've left sleeping in bed,
or the chasteness and innocence - long since dead -
but the girl of five years ago still in my brain,
who cannot believe that I've done it again.
She screams at the lust that drives me to act
(that leaves me frequently flat on my back)
and makes me question if I actually care,
when I know that desire is all that is there.
But if this is a story of cock and bull,
charge into me darling, give me cock to the full.

Inspired by a memory

The summer we discovered the world.

That summer, we rented a caravan and drove there

like real grownups.

For four days we played house

just us two.

Ate asparagus dipped in butter,

and laughed when it dribbled down our chins.

We lay naked on the sofa, limbs mingled,

not caring who saw.

Got hazy eyes from too much wine

and jumped at the seagulls overhead,

‘Rats with wings’ we said.

We walked in grass up to our knees

chasing butterflies.

Set the fire alarm off cooking bacon

for breakfast in bed,

and chewed liquorice while watching the news.

We shouted words from the cliff tops,

listening as they dissolved on the breeze,

and fell silent at the echo of the waves

as they sloshed against the wall

wishing we could stay one more day.

That summer?

We lived.