She Knows

You don’t care but she does

She’s always there for me

Eyes close when I kiss her sweetly

Lips smile knowingly when we’re done

Her eyes look into mine when we’re together

And they know

You don’t care but she does

To pick me up when I’m feeling blue

Telling me lies to make the fires go away

Changing my colour

Sharing words of deep meaningless and pure romance

Holding my hand when we walk

Knowing that it means everything and nothing

You don’t care but she does

Because she knew what you were like

When you were a bundle of nerves

And self-awareness caught the breath in your lungs

When you drank what she drinks

She kept her promises

We dance every night

In the streets

In the bars

In the bedroom

She hears the music you once heard

The Women Who Loved Me

I made with the small talk before pulling her in close

We had no pretences about the whole situation

I was there to fuck

She wanted it and I needed to give it

Thoughts of love and the act of making it

Were left far behind

Grabbing her in way that bordered on violent

We knew something was wrong about the whole situation

But it was too late

My lips were locked on hers with serious intent

My hands were finding ways under her clothing

Our tongues danced

Thoughts of excitement crept in too soon

I stared at the wall while concentrating on the job

It wasn’t too late

Moving my hips in time with hers

I felt her grip me as tight as she could

She was there to fuck

Realising that the job had been done many times over

I let myself go and shouted unknown incantations

Falling into her arms

Sweat dripped from our bodies with the deed done

What had happened had no meaning to her

Nothing was real

July at Night

Piercing through the neon glow of man-made desires

Setting alight a flame that draws lovers like moths

Bathing the world with its purest radiance

The light of the sun that shines at night

Pulling you in unsurpassed by the countless millions

Blinding young hearts and old eyes alike

Putting faith in its providence can be dangerous

But to truly live is to trust it unconditionally

The life it gives to the other side is so enticing

It pulls so hard that oceans bend to its will

Despite divine presence

I can’t help but howl like a demon

Trapped in wolfs clothing

White Feather

Escaping on a breeze of purest defiance

Laughing in the face of approaching skies

Although it serves no genuine purpose

It can be seen as essential to inspiration

Dancing in the wind with perceived intent

I can’t help but wonder how it chooses where to go

Does it have a sentience that we can’t possibly perceive?

Would it matter if we could?

A mind of its own caged by freedom

Created to sustain a higher purpose

In understanding that it is meant to be part of a whole

It exudes splendid beauty of solidarity

Lost in the void yet existing free of its confines

Performing in secret for all to see

Touching the minds and hearts of the few

A shining example of how to be