Silent Neighbours. 

They never came. 

They hid among themselves,

Letting doors

Lace the fingers of their

Stone-heart walls

Which kept

Silence

In its fragile slumber. 

They never came. 

They kept amongst

Themselves

As if

Our screams

Were sirens of

Death

& not pleas

Of help. 

And as the men

Lit fires

& broke doors

& offered

Our blood

For the treasures

We tilled

From the earth, 

They kept to themselves… 

To their homes… 

To their silence… 

& waited for

Dawn

So they could come

To grieve

With the souls

Still alive. 

They never came. 

It was the only thing 

The dead

Could say to

God. 

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Lovers From a Rival Tribe. 


Our love was

Scandalous. 

And each breath

It took

Broke through

Unbendable rules, 

Shattering its barriers

Into pieces

Unfit 

To build any more walls. 

& where we touched

You purred… 

& where we kissed

I moaned… 

And where we’ve never felt

We let our fingers 

Caress… 

And what we knew to be 

Sin

We shrouded it

With our blessing… 

& when we felt sated

We swallowed

Time

Into the gaping embrace. 

Our love was

Scandalous. 

But somehow, 

Every bit of it felt

Sacred… 

As if

It was only meant for

Us. 

Nightfall Beyond The City. 

There is a

Scent 

That hangs 

In the darkness. 

One that follows

Shadows 

Like clouds

Before the moon, 

Choking the chaos of

Daylight

With midnight silence. 

There is a 

Scent

That hangs

In the darkness, 

Brought by winds

Bathed

In Death Valley. 

& where dead stars

Lay buried 

In sunless skies

Sleep

Hovers below, 

Over the living graves

Of the undead, 

Waking men into dreams

Trampled by

Nightmares 

& ghosts

Of their

Undying fears. 

How To Love The Sun. 

I was

Waiting… 

Preparing my eyes

To capture

The images

Your face would give

For the 

Gift

Carefully hidden

In my palms. 

What would come first? 

I wonder… 

Your silent laughter? 

Your smile? 

The flicker of light

Caught 

Between your blush

And the gravity

Of your soul? 

I was waiting… 

And only

Time

Would tell

The seconds

Before the weariness

Perched

On your face would

Collapse

Into the surprise 

That bloomed beneath 

My fingers, 

Where your heart

Would find

The words 

I’ve been perfecting

To say

Out loud. 

Natural Bliss. 

Let’s go on an

Adventure. 

Let us become

The road… 

The bumpy murram… 

The dew

Held by grass blades 

As they leave

Wet kisses 

Beneath naked feet… 

The sand

Trapped

Beneath toes

Sunk deep

Into ocean water… 

Let’s go on an

Adventure, 

& for once just

Love 

Being alive.

Where Brave Hearts Grow. 

There’s a tragedy 

In waiting, 

Lurking

In the tales

Of the predator

We’ve all heard reign

In this forest

Of life. 

It preys

For blood, 

Whether of 

The altar

Or the earth… 

Whether of 

The innocent 

Or the guilty…  

Whether of

The old

Or the young… 

We are all liable

To die

Or survive

From the certain death 

Hanging

At the tip of

Its tongue. 

There’s a tragedy 

Waiting for us…

& though it lives in myths

It blossoms 

On heroes’ scars

What Winter Brings. 

I’m starting to miss

The cold. 

The sting of

A million grass blades

Dulled

By frozen dew, 

Soaking passing feet

With the

Wet breath

Of rain. 

I’m starting to miss

The cold… 

The still air

Suspended

Under the noose 

Of silence…

The way nature

Awakens

After a winter-doused dream, 

Seeking spring

From the tips 

Of blood-kissed flowers… 

And though I know 

The weather is severe

I like that it brings

The warmest things

Together, 

Wrapping around one another

Like flames

On ashen wood, 

Burning

Like the cold

Would lash its back

If it didn’t… 

And though 

We were never really 

Fire

We still burned, 

Collecting flames

From where your thighs 

Rubbed over mine, 

& where we touched 

We scorched the skin… 

Where we held

We charred 

The heart… 

Where we

Kissed

We turned to ash… 

I’m starting to miss 

The cold, 

& how

It makes me hard

From the memories of where

I made you

Smooth…