my love

i’m waiting for warm oranges crisp mornings and deep skies leaves crunching beneath my feet pink cheeks and noses upon everyone i meet autumn speaks softly kissing gently touching warmly and holding tightly, my favourite lover snapping twigs with swift fragility beneath my boots, reassuringly everything is dying most beautifully  beneath an orange backdrop quietly 

my flowers have wilted they’ve been there for days, yet i just can’t bring myself  to throw them away, faded lilacs and leaves long forgotten, i held them so tightly  last week when i got them, they’re still beautiful sat there on my windowsill, a honeycomb vase in this hive that i’ve built, but i’m leaving tomorrow and packing in haste, so my poor flowers i must throw you away, when i return i’ll buy some more, perhaps even more lovely than the ones i had before, because when my tiny room has flowers inside, it makes everything much nicer sitting softly in my mind

you’re heavenly; beautiful and unreachable celestial i’m dizzy; sometimes hopeless always romantic my head spins your laugh echoes through my mind and your eyes permanently fixed in-front of mine glassy; a reflection in the ocean viridescent  i’m lost at sea whenever they catch me hooked; i still can’t decide if i want to be set free or stay and compete my poems feel empty and incomplete  when they’re not about you

eight pm the district line i'm watching all the trees go by as the sun sets on my cheeks sneaking into my eyes everything is warm and lovely i can taste wine on my lips and feel it in my heart it was only a glass or two enjoyed over food with friends  now everything is rosy sitting here quietly  on this empty tube it finally feels like summer after an uncomfortably eternal june and as i close my eyes slowly i wonder, if everything will be back to normal soon

know you could put your head in my lap at your most vulnerable moment and we could sit in comfortable silence as my hands graze your hair  and stroke your face tenderly and without judgement until you feel safe and at ease in this quiet expression of trust and acceptance my fingers tracing your skin bringing enough warmth and human contact soft yet raw your emotions never have to leave  the comfort of my thighs as they welcome and take in all the harshness of the world until your soul is soothed and you need them no more

july 1. too tired there's something about this lack of feeling inspired that's been eating at me slowly like a ripe peach too hard to eat time is going a little faster now have you noticed? after everything being so slow an endless march and an unforgiving april i hoped may would be more friendly pushing us along gently with a reassuring touch promising us that june had her arms open ready for an embrace with the belief the summer we all wanted to chase was waiting patiently warm to the touch and slightly suffocating, yet may betrayed me and june left me exhausted the days ran by  and i could not keep up standing helpless beneath the sun ready for a change of pace and scenery i need to get back to the greenery something more to inspire me than passionate yearning and childish desire for tenuous romance july i beg you bring serenity thick summer air and lazy afternoons let the heat make me tired naturally instead of this constant chasing and endless uncertainty