Doubtless you inspire
The words that buzz around my head.
Those loud incantations that fill my heart with a lightness almost palpable.

So that, when I’m by your side
It feels as though I could reach out and pluck the perfect words from the strands of your wild hair. I feel as though I could.
But then I get stuck, undone in my desire to take you in.

To witness your being until it washes over me and drowns who I was; what I wanted to say.

What I wanted to say was,
Thank you
Deeply and completely.

For drowning me.

For taking me into yourself and trusting me enough to let me rest in you, for a moment.

And now I have begun thinking of you again,
And the words are starting to fade.
As they do when the image of you cascades into my mind.

Before they vanish please note;

I always want it to be you that pushes me under the water and drowns me;

I always want it to be you who pulls me back up for air.

The glow of the moon,

 

 

As she glides softly toward me

Across the turbulent sea of sheets,

The sail rises in the wind;

As the captain waves farewell

to St Christopher

once again.

 

Her eyes find their target,

She turns the wheel softly and

steers her way toward the last

remaining

thought.

Before the collision begins.

 

The canvas stretches along the line

As a sudden gust snaps the ship into life,

Sending a spray of foam up from the depths,

Just enough to dampen the hull.

 

The wood creaks with the strain

Of passion and want for

A captain to feel its warmth,

To stand upon its deck and lean

Against the mast,

Feeling the rough splinters of

Past voyages

 

Salt spray erupts onto the deck

Surprising the crew,

Who turn against the blast

That makes them shiver.

 

The ships move closer now,

Both edging nearer their target,

A deadly dance

 

 

Head to head, they face each other,

In the darkest waters,

Playing the most dangerous game

The sea has ever known.

 

 

 

When all the crows have flown away

And all of the heartstrings have broken

I will come for you

Amidst the ashes we will rise like a phoenix

Our love will be Lazarus

Our passion consuming us

Too powerful for either of us to handle

Brighter than fire

When the world turns its back

I will stand in front of you

I will make my defence heard

And growl into the night

By your side

As this cold dream rattles our bones

Too much the likeness of another,

Doth mirrored souls create,

‘Twinned betwixt the sheets of comfort and passion.

Glory on fire as the wind burns her name,

As hallowed as the pillow on which her hair remains,

The twin glass that shatters every night,

Against the sea of storms upon which she took flight.

Oh were I able to caress your soft cheek,

I’d pepper you with a dozen flourishing kisses.

To be holding your delicate body,

Laced as it is with passions,

And absorbing fire.

I’d paint a picture with my lips,

Upon your golden neck,

Twisting my poetry around your skin,

And whispering my love,

Into your ear.

Come and rest with me,

Trace patterns across my freckled body.

Find the constellations in my skin,

So that you might delve

Into the night time world,

Of my

Spirit.

Fragrant perfume of love,

That floats above us

And caresses our every pore,

With its promise of happy days and

Secret nights.

Oh these poetic hearts,

Beating apart

Yet still in sync.

How then must we live

Without the other’s touch?

That we would warm ourselves

By the light of our private passion

And delve into the undiscovered recesses

Of each other.

Naked to the bone and

Strong as fire.

Together a pack of dogs

Braying

At the moon of love