White Ribbons

It’s almost tension

After a fashion,

But, it makes me crumble a little

Just to walk into the room

And see you,

Testing me and

how strong you make me

Wishing this moment would

Last forever

And tomorrow, we will return

To ourselves

But tonight

My hands

My mouth are glacial warm whispers

And here, where I spill white ribbons,

Fighting back tears sometimes,

You inspire a

Divine animal idiocy

The way I look at you,

If it almost seems violent

No, it is worship,

Bare skin conversations

With your eyes and your sighs

Rising like smoke in the air,

It breaks me long before

It would ever break you.

My book Until She Sings is out now.



Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR

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