21 August, 2009 at 15:46 (Uncategorized)

And I’ll keep you talking if I can have another kiss,
Your lips taste like berries -can it always be like this?
A moon above, and stars so light,
and kiss me once again,
The earth belowm the world so right,
Kiss me, once more, again,
Oh I’ll keep you talking, if it gets me another kiss,
it’s been too long since we could, stand right here, like this.
Your lips they are so tart yet sweet,
Come again to me, I love the taste of all of you,
But your lips, tonight they seem so free,
so full of moonlight, full of all the stars,
you say you have to leave,
kiss me again before you go, keep me in your arms,
for just another moment.
I’ll keep you talking all the while, and another kiss for me,
You say you have to go, I say not so speedily,
You look at me beneath the stars,
and I know that’s not mine to say,
but the berry tasting kisses made it fun,
Before we’re back to me leaning on a gate waving you on your way.


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Lesbian Friend

15 August, 2009 at 14:31 (Uncategorized)

I know that that’s our problem
the way that I feel about you.
I want to say you’re my best friend,
I want to say that we’re close,
and what stops me is…
the day that he waited for.

In the bar, everyone else kept going with the barcrawl,
but we that were his friends stayed behind,
we’d heard about your costume,
we knew you were coming down, like you hadn’t in so long,
you’d had your problems – we’d had our own,
but we were waiting.
We waited in the bar
and I hardly knew you, just waited cause he was,
never mind he wasn’t the man who had me on his arm,
I waited cause he was,
and the moment you pushed through the doors,
that was when the problem started –
I was on my knees beside him when he kissed your hand,
I was stumble tongued and memorising every single moment
when I’d seen you before.
Remembering each and everytime I’d almost commented on your blog,
and there was only thirty seconds gone,
he’d only reached the floor,
by the time I’d accounted every word we’d spoken to each other,
the moment that you’d said you hadn’t noticed that I’d gone.

A minute in,
and that was when we had a problem.
For the rest of all time.
I can’t say you are my best friend,
I can’t say that we are close
because you’ve stopped telling me
all the things you used to
because it hurts me to much for me to deal.
I know that that’s our problem,
Or maybe it’s only mine.

I love you.

I can tell you the exact moment when I fell
and it was as he was sinking to his knees,
I swear my heart hit the floor before his lips met your hand,
but in the end,
it doesn’t matter,
he is yours and so am I…in that theoretical way,
the lesbian with the crush,
the embarrassing friend,
I can tell you when I fell,
I can tell you the conversation when I tried to tell you
and the moment when I realised,
that I could never do, anything for you,
so anything you let me do, any moment you let me have,
the fields where we lost the wine,
the wind
and pouring out the drinks over a steering wheel,
these are moments I have on your sufferance.

This is our problem, or maybe mine alone,
I love you.

An embarrassment you sometimes deign to acknowledge
and he dropped to his knees
and I fell
it was only afterwards that I wished,
I was still single.
Still able to make a promise to you.
As it stands, we have always had
this problem.
Or perhaps, mine alone.

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Lampost Number Four

13 August, 2009 at 23:15 (Uncategorized)

The briefest instant a perseid flew by,
blazed in the sky and then vanished
the moment you asked if we should go and I said yes
and I knew that that was the moment I wanted to write down.
That perseid in your eyes.
That was the look that was tonight
that’s all I wanted to remember.

Do they matter, these rocks burning up in the atmosphere?
They have only the meanings that we give them
The rocks in the sky are rocks or some self to show,
I do not care, I will never know,
this is how untrue I am to you,
all the depths of my heart I give to you,
for the show.

The meteor shower comes closer, goes further away
depending on how much we watch,
depending on how much we say
Comes so close to real, I might wish it so,
Like standing barefoot under lampost number four
watching it beginning to snow,
they were someone elses kisses
but they were as real as the perseid in your eyes
and it’s that feeling (people tell me I should learn to despise),
the beauty of the show,
all the rocks come burning down,
it’s so pretty until I move away from lampost number four
and the cold in your soul effects the footwear
I forgot to have worn.

There – in your eyes for a second,
an instant of ‘Shall we go?’
and I said yes and there was that perseid in your eyes,
the look that had me underneath lampost number four.

I never stood there with you,
never kissed you under it’s lamplight,
it does not matter who,
lampost number four is a feeling, is a meaning,
is a place and a time and a photo of yourself,
in tears with her arm around your shoulders.

Lampost number four, the perseid in your eyes
that second which I cling to
and which others despise,
that’s tonight before it vanishes,
that’s what I cling to.

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5 August, 2009 at 23:23 (Uncategorized)

We had a moon, finally we had a moon,
Almost not gibbous but full,
and the embrace was warm,
and the kisses were soft,
and we had it,
a moon almost full.

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