Anticipating Love

I shaked

And Shivered

My lips quivered

My hands trembling

At the thought of you near

My heart rattled in its cage

Begging to break out and be set free

My words dull and blase at the fear of exposure

To the pain rendered to me when I was younger

Fleeting dreams and thoughts of love trickle from my soul

I wish to swim through the sea to taste their bitter salts again

To feel love

 

 

Stacking Shelves

I’m bored of the minutes

Time shooting fast bullets

Some I miss

 

I think of the glory

Fighting for a flag

While my every move is anticipated

By other men

Like pawns on a chessfield

But surely getting shot

Is better than stacking shelves

 

Used and tossed away

With a pittance

Locked up in some retirement home

At the age of 40

 

But surely it’s better than stacking shelves

 

 

Knocking Back the Wine

Have you ever dreamed

For someone else

Knocked back the wine

To the roof of your mouth

The fumes rising up

To massage the brain

In a red mist

Tantalising the nerve endings

Thinking of you

In a dream

Where I’m in a bar

And you’re sitting there

Under a spotlight

Everyone else in the dark

Everything is in slow-mo

Your laugh up and down

Your eyes dancing around with mine

Your lips longing

And hands wanting

I just want to dance with you

Clumsily, drunkedly all night long

Until the sun comes up

And we wait to meet again

When it goes back down

Because the dark

Gives meaning to the light

Knocking back the wine

Trying to get that dream again