Profound Love

Love is a mellow sweet;
You let it linger in your mouth slowly melting – pleasurable,
You hide your angelic smile as if I am a forbidden fruit that you wish to indulge,
Yet from afar you ponder and wonder, yearning for me. I am sublime. A step too far that you are sceptical to take,
When we are near, you blush like a hot summer tomato, ripening at your every glance,
My emotions reined in, apprehensive of my next move as you judder towards me,
Our eyes intertwine, longer than a simple fleeting look, yet you disconnect yourself-
You think I am oblivious, unaware of your presence and your mannerism, but I am not, the silence converses louder than the drumming of our pulse,
For what I see before me is a man, living falsely in my ubiquity, eluding me… WHY?
Why must you become flushed, hesitant, anxious, and hasty? Why must you weaken as you stumble towards me?
You believe that I can’t see the way you gaze at me, yet when I raise my head you chortle at the ground,
Whether you are nurturing a broken heart or torturously waiting,
Love cannot be hidden or ridden.

False Hope

The blissful blistering fireball ravishes my light skin, bouncing off my radiating eyes,
Blue birds rejoice above my insignificant head, whilst they reach for the omnipotent sky.
I brush the delicate yet potent green feathers that sweep subtly against my bare legs,
Trees that shelter the fearless charge of the wind swoop tenderly over my mere body,

Shudder shudder.

Long-faced dilapidated buildings, now seemingly injected with ephemeral happiness,
The selfless cotton wools that bashfully drift through the light-hearted heavens,
Mischievous yet masterful, the impatient breeze prods assertively at my weakened back,
Beaming, I glide out to the edge of the descending towering cliffs and fall, numbly.

Shudder shudder.


Woken abruptly, I open my weary creased eyelids, peering sheepishly at the alarm,
As I stagger to the slit of my deteriorating curtains, to view another morbid day of harm.

Heaven's Bed

A wistful look upon his wilting face as he stares deeply into the moonlight, perched on his inconspicuous doorstep,

The mauve glow of the sublime sky that looms upon him like the devil’s drape, awaiting to feed on the decrepit wreck,

He gently whistles a subtle tune that could soothe a chaotic traffic jam of millions, silencing the vibrant horns,

Whilst he rises from the jagged, chilly step and limps away from his deserted, tearful house seeping into the forest thorns,

He scrutinizes the irresolute trees that rest upon his shoulders weightless and lifeless, as if they were just lingering smells,

His trembling wrinkled hand, possessing a small gun that would unwillingly take his insignificant life before the chime of God’s bells,

As he approaches the blackened lake obnoxiously, he perversely smirks at his angelic pale wife that lays there motionless – dead,

Gently bending his fragile spine he meets his wife’s blackened lips, and mutters gently “We shall unite again in heaven’s bed”,

Instantaneously, a single tear drags down the side of his impotent face, with a sudden flow of visceral emotion he stands tall,

Deepening his glare at the red fire of light, bringing the diminutive yet compelling pistol to his delicate skull, to fuse and fall.