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 Jul 2018 Anthony Perry
Jack
“please be naked”

she stands in her doorway wearing just a gown,
I walk in the house, dumbstruck by beauty,
up in her room undoing the bow, the shield simply slides down
caressing her curves, stroking down to the floor,
intertwined bodies craving the touch of the other,
joined as one in the gentle acts of love and lust,
romanticised ideals of perfection and soft rhythm,
delicate groans as two become one,
the broken poet, for the moment, is gone,
my drug addiction of you, just wanting more,
As my heart bleeds, love begins to pour.

“please be naked”.
this poem is influenced by The 1975 instrumental song "please be naked". i regularly think of this song as romanticising the act of *** and the trust required with it rather than what most songs make it today. despite having no lyrics the song speaks volumes to me and id definitely recommend it to anyone. stay safe and live well. JY x
 Jul 2018 Anthony Perry
Ember
What if one day our dreams didn’t need us
and our words became one with the wind
and dancing like fireflies, they lit up the night
while we denied they’d be gone by the dawn

What if one day our memories died
and despite all our digging the dead don’t come back
and despite all our calling the ghosts simply faded
while we’re left wondering why they didn’t haunt us like the movies
 Jul 2018 Anthony Perry
Ember
We are all taking
slow steps into madness
although
some of us walk faster than others

We can’t outrun the end
no matter how quick we are

The devil in our dreams
will always be there
waiting
for that one last dance
 May 2018 Anthony Perry
The Noose
The way he wears my name
On his lips
In between kisses,
Staggered speech,
tender embraces
And especially when he's laughing.
 May 2018 Anthony Perry
Erica
never trust a poet's words
they sound sweet at first
but you'll notice the emotion in their words
it all sounds too...
fake
"i love you like the sea loves the shore"
becomes too scripted
you hear the small tinge of love actually left in their voice
hoping
hoping it could mean something
but it doesn't
it never does
it's just the way they say it
one day, after they have left
you will find their poems, and they will be the exact words that they had said to you
once long ago
please understand this poem is in a way just me talking to myself, reminding me to not trust a man who i once loved, thank you
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