Little Bird

'I'm in love' she spat, pounding
My chest with her tiny fists
That felt like birds fluttering
                        Against
My ribcage.

I thought my ribs caged a love
                                                For her.

But there between my arms
And cold stare, I knew that I could
Crush her.

Circe

I Stand Alone,
Zoomorphic At Dawn

Hold Tight

Grey ash rises

And I feel my skin and bones

Changing

I am decaying

Watch

The cinders sit like oil

On the water

And I fall

Like a penny

Down into the depths

No hope and lost rope

I leave you content

Below the waves

For you have already touched the sky

My hand

Your chest

An accidental death

As Distance moves Closer, Remember, Never lasts Forever.

Same Old

With One word or

One look, it’s over.

When just before I was about ready

To stand up and shout

Out about this crazy little thing called ‘Swoon’.

But with you I’ve learnt how quick

Instant really is. That tone of voice

 Or your head

In those hands makes me cough

Up that lump in my throat for

A little bit of attention,

That stuff that made me ‘Smitten’.

So when the change comes,

As it has come before, the mood is more

Suited to those willing to fight for the

Sake of it,

 When I’d rather scream for the love of it.