Death stands above me, whispering low
I know not what into my ear:
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear.

Some men woo
With diamonds and jewels.

Some with trips to Paris,
For Le Weekend!

Some with furs.
Ugh,  might as well get them
A pet,
The fur that keeps on eating.

Me, a city sophisticate,
***** my tolerance to the
Sticking place, tween my ears,
Put on a brave face
And say:

Babe,
I love you so much,
For your birthday,
Let's go
Shoe shopping.

Wisdom for the ages.

I feel my heart jumping around
in my chest, just slightly
Begging to beat chaotically
and slam into my frame,
But I close my eyes for just a second
& swallow the urge

I haven't ran out of feelings
I've just ran out of time

I'm too busy
for a break down
But if I could
I would
taste the sweet
forgiving
satisfaction
of a million salty tears;
One for each worry
Rolling down my cheek bones
And finding relief on my lips
Oh what I'd do

But the clock,
It ticks
And a blurry eyed fit
is last on my list
of things to do today

In a bus full of strangers
Here I am
I'm fighting back
All my tears of anger

A sigh in the dark.
Past my jaded lips it rises
like a ghost, and I the host
of thoughts enamoured but unwanted,
unresolved.
Night takes my sight and unleashes vision
I watch (not my decision) the memories bloom to life.
Ethereal and hazy, those lazy summer days
Of hasty plans, promises, platitudes made;
childish to dream it could have stayed
the same.

Polite and awkward we shuffle in the light of day,
you think before you act and mind what you say
and if lucky enough you might get away
without blurting a thought from your head gone astray.

Why do eyes so bright bring such dark thoughts?
Why do we fear to take what we want?

A sigh in the dark.
Across chilled skin it spreads
like fire, this unspoken desire
between whispering sheets. Fingers grasp and twine,
I feel hers, she feels mine, as we search in the dark
together.
This night air we’ll share;
it's vice, and with vigour,
seeking the trigger
to release.
To resolve.