Snapshot 6

And we sat, with the machines beeping and the rain falling against reenforced glass.
You always liked stories. We would spend our pillow talk on make-believe, not wishing to analyse the events of the day, only wanting to share our duvet cocoon with peace and love.
So as the weather outside reflected my mood, I told you a story. One last story.
About a man who was rescued, although he didn’t realise he needed rescuing. About a man who was blessed, although he was not religious. About a man who was rewarded for years of bad luck, with a lifetime of good luck in one perfectly formed package.

As I watched your eyes, unmoving behind closed eye lids, I wondered what you were thinking. What you were seeing, with your minds eye. Did my words get through? Did they reach you?
I wanted you to hear me, I wanted my words to form a bubble, a perfect little world in which my story lived.

To me, that’s what stories are – worlds enclosed in a membrane that, at the merest touch, will pop and free the story from within.

I don’t want my last image of you to be of you there, in that bed, body broken and sick. I want my last image of you to be this:
You, stood with your arms wide, head thrown back, laughing at the hundreds of bubbles that float around you, conjured with my stories. Reflecting the last of a dying sun on their glistening surface, dancing and moving with your breath. And with each touch of your finger, a bubble bursts, and gifts to you a story that I have made. That’s how I want to remember you.

Your Man 

​I thought no more 
My heart be gifted wings,
And let to soar.
I thought no more
I’d get to see the world
Behind the door.
I thought no more
Would I be granted freedom
To adore.
I thought no more
Would I see life as aught
But trying chore.

Yet here I am
So full of light and love
When hand in hand.
Yet here I am
With strength from you to rise
And proudly stand.
Yet here I am
A smile that stands aglow
And lights the land.
Yet here I am
So proud to tell the world
That I’m your man. 

Forbidden Dream

It has been a long time, but I have been lucky enough to work with another talented poet on a collaboration. This one went back and forth, a verse at a time, and we came up with the piece you see below. I hope you like it. Please visit Kat’s blog to read more of her work.

You hugged me in my dream last night,
Warm and protecting, it felt so right.
The night before I couldn’t meet your eyes,
You frowned at me, at my undignified cries.
My weaknesses in my awoken self show desperation for some admission,
Some form of written evidence to rid the numbing of rejection.

You fit my arms so well last night,
I held you so close, I held you so tight.
The night before I got lost in your eyes,
I did not want your protests, I wanted your sighs.
My assurances of your awaking self called delicately for desire,
A way to show you in my deeds that to your passion I aspire.

You softly spoke in my dream last night,
Your voice in my subconscious so consistent.
The night before I felt invisible,
You shrouded me from existence.
Do my words scare you to silence or do they boost your ego from their wanting?
Are you protecting me from your desires? Your ignorance feels so assaulting.

You responded to my words last night,
A sweetly kindled fire slow revealing.
I brought you forth from hiding shadows,
No more to stay in darkness all concealing.
Your craving need expressed with words but skin and flesh speaks message clearer.
The rising heat from untamed lust causes one response; I must be nearer.

You sent waves of electricity through my dream last night,
As your body blanketed mine.
Your imaginary skin glistening with beads of sweat,
As our limbs began to intertwine.
Must you keep on trespassing on my dreams like this and encourage an act so forbidding?
My mind confusing reality and fantasy, creating a bitter heart so unforgiving.

You sparked the charge of dancing fire last night,
As you gave your body to me.
You opened as a flower would bloom,
And showed in deeds what passion should be.
I know no other way of allowing this desire that we know cannot be granted.
So in our dreams I make my intentions clear, with reality supplanted.

You kissed my desperate lips with a purpose last night,
A bitter sweet lasting goodbye.
Many times we’ve rehearsed this scene before,
But this is the last time I want to cry.
You guided me out of the shadows, I can now feel the excruciating pain.
Of no more trying to hold onto a dream, your heart I can never selfishly retain.

You kissed me with your desperate lips last night,
But I also tasted your tears.
The final scene we endlessly live through,
A culmination of our fears.
You granted me a glimpse of heaven, of what we might have been,
But oh alas, this world must win, no more must we live our dream.

Instant High

Faithful readers,
A follower of mine wanted to post a poem. However, they felt it too personal, and too revealing, for their own blog so asked if they may use mine as a platform for their, frankly brilliant, words.
Please have a read of this one, and as you normally do, give all your support and encouragement. Any comments you care to leave I will pass onto the author. Please note, this is not MY piece, but all copyright statements etc. still stand. (Sorry to be a bit serious, but, you know, plagiarism isn’t cool). Thank you.

Instant high
Then an Instant down
The biggest grin
Then the anxious frown
An emotion that no one can take away
But the person who started it and gave it away
The pumping of blood, that instant hit
It’s incredible, the power in a few words, the heart is lit.
The electricity sent out, the ecstasy within
A rare connection between me and him.
But all of a sudden that link explodes into two
When there’s another nearby, not just him and you.
The shock waves reverberate from the mind to the soul
The reality bites back sending you back to the hole
Of anxiety and fear, of the love switching to another
So hard to not think about them, so hard to recover.
The evening goes by, the imagination expands
Is it her heart now in his hand?
Our little ways, our own memories we make
Are they creating better ones? Will ours smash and break?
The love they make, the moments they share
Showing each other in different ways they care
A kiss on the lips, a hug as they meet
Linking arms as they walk like a couple down the street
A stroke of her hair, a joke in his ear
A private moment no one can hear
But just the two of them in their own little bubble
In a booth now sharing a kiss and a cuddle.
The evening draws near to the end, now it’s night
They share more drinks whilst I’m falling from a great height
Imagining the content of the conversation going on
I’m gradually losing, knowing she’s won.
The night has ended, where do they go now?
Back to hers, what will she allow?
Lying naked together the passion has ignited
I feel like throwing up, I feel so frightened.
He’s lost deep inside her, forgotten about me
He’s looking deeply into her eyes,
What does he see?
A beautiful soul, an amazing creature
Sitting on top of him with her heavenly features
Slim, young and ripe, so perfect, so magic
She’s worth giving me up, this ending is so tragic
But inevitable as I’ve always predicted
How your love for me has now obviously shifted
To a good person who will make you happy and free
Of the guilt laid upon you when you were with me
And the fear and anxiety of me leaving you
Has now disappeared, and the memories will fade too.
Your life shall continue, more time you spend together
You and her, perhaps together forever?
Me and you?
It was always a never.

Come With Me

One of those pieces that just fell out of me, hurriedly written and posted. Hope you like it.

Come with me
My precious one,
We’ll journey where the dreams
Begun;
To drink the wine of summers past
From fragile jade and golden glass,
We’ll build a future set to last,
My darling precious one.

Come with me
My truest one,
We’ll take the road no others
Run;
We’ll hear the words the poets write
That paint the page with pictures bright,
We’ll make a world in heavens sight,
My darling truest one.

Come with me
My loving one,
We’ll leave behind all sin that’s
Done;
We’ll take once more this chance on trust
The very stars will envy us,
A sweetest romance born of lust,
My darling loving one.

Doubt

Where does this shadow,
Doubt encloaked,
Arise though so unbidden?
A beauty gifted,
Bless-ed so,
But lost and sadly hidden.

What past intrusions
Caused this fear,
A lack of confidence?
With words and deeds
To change a mind,
Is now my future, hence.

Though recent hist’ry
Paints a view,
Of honesty untrusted;
With all my strength
And stupid words,
I’ll make a view adjusted.

For I not care what
May be heard,
From lovers in the past;
I’ll sow the seeds of
Beauty’s truth,
In blossoms made to last.

To me you are the
Epitome,
Of female loving grace,
And I would die a
Happy man,
With the memory of your face.

Facade

A friend of mine is going through a hard time. This come to me through that. Hope you like it

The headline news, you let me see
Behind the marriage door.
The life I thought was perfect,
Not perfect anymore.
A bond that painted to the world
Such envied loving bliss,
But since revealed as brave facade,
Made hollow by a kiss.
If your relationship can fail,
What hope for such as me?
I looked to you with jealous gaze,
And what my life could be.
But now you open up with pain,
And honestly reveal,
The scars of words said in the night,
Deep wounds that need to heal.
My darling friend, I’m here to help,
I’ve lived the life you see,
The call of doubt, the unsure love,
The unknown what might be.
Although right now, the dark is all
You see from night to day,
I promise you that things improve,
Please trust in what I say.