Write to me.

"Write to me." You said as we parted, the words spilling out of your teeth bitten lips. Your spindling fingers twisted and curled up into your palm spinning yourself a web until as I sat there, frozen and wide eyed, I at last mentally made a thousand wordless notes. Feelings ran through fingertips I could not exert onto paper. I dreamt you up then, a grey grizzly mist swirling full of sparkles; you embodied, stomping forth with its feet. And I saw you through the door and the endless hallways of curving mazes pushing you forward. I dreamt you met dragons on cornerstones and middles of the street. I saw them breath their fire over you, tasteless hot fuel that fell into particles as it covered you. I dreamt you met the wise men, the hopeless ones, i dreamt you spoke as clear as crystal and i dreamt you ran into retreat.  I got lost clueless in our endless spiderwebs as they caught me from the neck.And in one way at an hour I saw you run away into the light. Endless, your feet, jumping. I let the web devour me as you let out your happy cry. And there was joy, joy, your bright light. 

A seconds still

At the time my hopes were high as I dwindled through country lanes. I was young and reckless too, yet in my silent manner which was not so noticeable. You'd have to look to see. 

"Right then, come along," said the  man when we reached the doors and with a swift push inside there I was. I thought to myself at the strange commodity I had brought myself to. it was a time where nothing stood still and everything, in a millisecond would move. I guess I had a slight fear, it with its weak voice would remind me on ocassion, a seconds still could be lost in a flinch. 

Then placed in front of me was a huge dish, plates of fish, chicken, all meats, veg, nutrients, the odd apple that my unfussy tongue would devour down in seconds. And then, "right then, come along" said the man and it was time to lounge on the lace covered furnishings,  the fluffy pillow, drown into sunken sleep. 

But what about? 
You've got a brain haven't you. 
The words ringed against my protest. Amongst all the ravishing beauty's lay a hidden evil. It was breathless as it overcome me. It was the realisation, I had no camera A camera? You laugh. It was a tool indispensable to me at that moment though, a way in which I could record information I wished. Forever more. A souvenir. Timeless against seconds ticking. 

 Tick tick. Shorter now, I waddle through rough narrow paths a dot on your technical map, an older pamphlet. Not so worn though, still reckless as the foot traps and travels. And now a seconds still lives within you. 

Corn eater

As you stood, arms apart, 
Clothes bedraggled, 
As if ran through forest wood,
I glared. 
At the pit of nighttime,
I gained a taste of sky-high envy, 
As you laughed. You laughed at my spite. 

And you stood, crooked like that
Through season, come or go
You stayed. Straight up. Non-mover, 
Staring straight at my beady eye.
It took me months, i was not daring so
Until I came down and around my ugly arms I throw.

Now I will stay. You are mad. 
But this has given me taste and fuel, 
For though you scowl and search and claw
My my my stutter is for the revenge seeking scarecrow. 

Vixen Smile and Striking Eyes

It was cold that night and bitter frost had laced itself around. As I pulled on muddied boots and swept them with a cloth my mind drifted into a hazy place. Not foreign for it to do so, my mind was like a tv remote that was incorrectly wired and so suddenly you’d find yourself watching BBC 1, when really you’d wanted to watch the catch up of ‘Mr Frost’ on 1TV. Or maybe it was a ghost, skipping around, pushing buttons.

The day had been long and I had prepared myself for a significant amount of time, acted out this venture, reenacted the last. You were like this to me. A hint of cruelness lived beyond your pretty eyes. I wasn’t sure if this was just my imagination though, I’d always had a wavering confidence, but as I found myself trudging along to the pathway that led me to your home I knew that this was right. I would see you and your unnerving confidence and golden halo would convince me. Yes, pleasure. This was right.

The pathway to your door perhaps should of been covered in candles. Us with our unmeaning full romanticises . I smirked to myself and shook the shoulders before taking my hand out to tap tap tap. Confidence remember? And I would of known them anywhere, those horror movie shoes as they slightly made their clunking sound before reaching the door. From your side I imagine stood a terrible man, intriguging in my enduringness of your sweet cruelty. A turn of the hand and the door was open. You stood before me and I saw the bitter frost had laced itself around you as well. With your vixen smile and striking eyes.

Where you roam.

Where you roam
Has never been the same place 
Where your feet are comfortable,
Your hands warm .
The description of the word 'home',
Is one unknown,
Without explore. 

The way your legs propel
Extensions of you
If you take the time to just look,
Notice how you spill out, 
Take up your space. 

And the people all smile,
They say they do so you might stay awhile,
And think to yourself,
About the truth,
Battleships live under our hair, questions.

Leading you astray is a body,
And the masses 
Of psyched out 
Trance like 
Stick people.

And we all get the mood, and you get it
It is true we feel complete.
As we all move to the same beat. 

It was so drenched with silver droplets, the floor home to their crystallising forms. Tongues drooped and thirsted and stretched forward, atomic forms reaching for a graspThe songbirds and their stop-start song and the feeling of fingers becoming numb. The twisting and entanglement of wires joining, separating, joining. These metaphors added up like a sum to the time my tongue sunk and my body hummed.

The veil of elequence.

From blackened shadowy eyes she gazed forward, looking towards what scenery was heading her way. Looking towards into the distance. Looking to see. Beneath her veil she was hidden, small, untouchable, mysterious. Was she hideous? Was she a beauty? Nobody could see even those with glasses. Now and again, a gaze would meet her, a inquisitive look, a stare.These occasions could be made rare, or more regular as she wished by the movement of her eyes. She was in control beneath the veil of elequence.

Splatters of sincerity

It was cold then. 
We return. To the moment in a neural pathway.
One of a kind. 
Big fur over shuddering bodies and tailored gloves,
Pulled up,
Concealed,

I stole glances.

You stopped in time. 

Looking at me through
Binocular. 
Rare. Special. Or at least that's what you were to me.

And what a heart says is not always
Spoke and what you feel 
My thoughts are never broke. 
Inside your smile lives on in stranger's gaze
A life fixated on a splattered puzzle maze.  

He breathes a word down your ear and 
Sweet whispers into your neck
Deeply curving body’s unwrapped
And under sweet sweet surprise


Not quite reachable 
I guess it’s a feeling inside

I rip your hair.
Pull your shoelaces
Drag you 
Spit 
Fall
Crawl

We entangle and break
Amiss love 
Dismiss hate
And so you write the words
Spill them out to me

Oh sweetness in an act
Wrote in complete misery. 

Admit one, you must admit all

Ticket into a dancing show,
And your wore your stilletos high,
Not as much a lioness, 
But a crystal tiger with a glaring eye

Haunting, pulling.

The people laughed
And you heard not a thing.
Underneath lengths,
A hidden wasp sting. 

Your friend grabbed onto your hand saying? 

Dragging, stilling,

It is as bitter as a punch to the very core,
Yet as though coated in sugar .
Your raised palms lift to your head,
Heart clenching,

You are to the beat
And float 
Your defence dagger beneath 
our trouble; heartless hope.
A knife 
And one by one, your foot, forward, swings. 

And you said your ears opened
Heard a dragging shout beneath. 
But a whispering stranger listens
And in you stems belief. 

‘Here clenched flowers open in fall.