beauty, love, poetry, women

Waves

Swimming through

Oceans of beauty,

Febrile youth

Considered couture

Cosmetics as masterpieces

Perfect and inconstant

As pavement art

Wired to each wave and current

But you,

In absence

Or presence

Make me blind

Blithe to them all

Even as they smile

Simmer for my words

But you draw me down

Until my lungs

Are full with you

But I breathe deep

And feel the strength

Flow through my veins.

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poetry, politics

Cigarette Break

Someone who

Went to a better school

Holidays in places

Most of us see only in magazines

Tells me about my privilege

Because of the structural nature

Explained like this,

Words I’ve read but not heard pronounced before,

Phrases with the sheen of practice

To them,

Qualifications emerge on my lips

But there’s a light in their eyes

When they’re speaking

Which

Makes

Me

Stop

The edge of something sharp

And as they lecture,

I wonder

Who they’re really talking to,

Because I don’t think they see me,

Just my sex,

My skin,

And isn’t there a name

For that behaviour?

But I say nothing,

Wondering if these feelings

Would be cast aside

If they were in charge,

Because it starts with ambitions

And romantic notions,

It ends in lists,

And not poems,

Chants

And not songs,

Fair isn’t too much to ask,

But we cannot build

Anything strong on

Such inconstancy.

Still, not my hill to die on,

And sure it’s my fault,

But I’m not invited to anything

I didn’t create myself

So instead I smile,

And thank them

For their opinion.

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Outside

I’ve seen them

Online, mostly

The occasional one

In real life

Rick and Morty t shirts,

Lines memorised

And analysed

A pedestal for every woman

They meet but no volunteers

For a fey adoration,

And they smell of a subtle danger

Women find abhorrent,

Recognizing the tribe

Is a bitter sweet thing

Seeing as I’m outside of it

These days

Happier in some ways

Because things were simple

There were enemies and allies

Lines fed via prompt

But the script needed work

And my writing made me

Conscious of where the lines

Needed work

But it wasn’t my draft

And soon, I struggled

To believe in myself

And the immature grimace

Borrowed sentiment

Doesn’t fit so well

So I see them

Wish them well

See the sour, seething

Sweating need

And give thanks

For the deeper,

Darker truths

Brighter kindnesses

I live within these days.

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Fleeting Progress

Unremarkable to most

But there are moments

I can taste, sweet and fleeting

Where the world ushers me

Forward past a sea of burning candles

Broken and faded headstones

Too long a villain believing

Themselves a hero

But the road costs me

With each step

Against the trembling, angry

Chorus

I sing with enthusiasm

But little talent

Not lost at all

Just wandering through

Places near and far,

And soon, a kingdom

A queen,

An heir

All to earn with the coin

Saved in quiet time

Spent on new books

And old coats

So, see past the ragged edges

To the fine beast underneath,

Gentle as a butterfly

Rough as a bear.

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the air is still and lovely

Wash of sunlight

Through the open door

How much I get

From every moment

And angle of this

To be myself

Armoured in purpose

Yet still

Able to slip into the warm

Shadows of your skin

And play with boldness

Laughter

Still I play the grandest game

Of all with you

Here, dancing in the garden

The air is still and for a moment,

So

Am

I

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Safe

Unadorned

And I’ve let go of

Things but not people

Experiences, good and bad,

Their scars shine silver at

Civil twilight

But you run your fingers

Over my peculiar fur

And I breathe you in

Mine, I say from the back of

My throat,

You’re mine

And you curl into me

A little tighter

Safe here,

Warm and comforted,

If nothing else

Redeemable exists

Then I can lay down

Rest my head

And have intimacies

As palpable as

Summer lightning

Not be broken by their

Power,

Sometimes a man

Would rather fuck than

Feel

But here,

Safe and strong

I’m going to have

Both.

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Oh how we burn

Lips to the fragile anemone

Of your ear

Between your thighs

Whispering all

A man would say to

His woman

Using and being used

Blind revelations

Making my grasp

Stronger than handcuffs

Held down and made to

Feel all that’s within me

You’re so beautiful

It makes me want to

Break things

But not you

No, the marks I leave

Are poems in their way

Condensed and focused

Inspiration

The coral pink muse

Which ushers in stories

And I fill you

Fill you until bursting

The flames lick higher

As I put flint to tinder

And we burn

Oh how

We

Burn.

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