My darling,
My dearest,
I’d never cause you distress,
I’m devoted to you,
But I’m cheating on my mistress.
Author Archives: blitzken
Spooning a Stranger (a co-write)
Spooning a stranger,
Wondering how I got here,
What’s the distance from now to then,
Leaving myself behind,
Talk when she says when,
She brings me to the moment,
Takes me to the edge,
Turns me round,
Then brings me back again,
And because she is a stranger,
It’s safe enough to open up,
And let her come all the way in,
For when spooning a stranger,
A part of me lets go,
And where it goes,
I guess I’ll never know.
FAMILY TWISTS
Orlando was my uncle’s brother,
Who for some time dated my mother,
Which is not the same as my dad,
He married the wife mum’s brother had.
Happiness
Once I longed for happiness,
But now I digress…….
DEJA YOU
Again, for the first time,
When shifts in the timeline,
Are sensed in heart and mind,
Challenging present day reality’s suture,
Deeply grounded – yet heady,
Awakening – unsteady,
It feels I’ve already met you,
In the future.
KISS ME
Kiss me
When I least expect it
When I’ve no chance to deflect it
Someplace
Where no one can detect it
Not on the forehead or the chin
But on the mouth
And deep within
Kiss me freely
Nothing pending
Kiss me like
It’s never ending
Kiss me.
Expat love thoughts
I met you there
You brought me here
We are each other’s
Souvenir
Memories of a time
When the choice seemed clear
I couldn’t stay there,
When you were here.
RESOLUTIONS
Resolutions?
I’d rather not say.
“Smoking? Weight loss?
Training? New boss?
Old problems – new solutions?
Straight talk – no convolutions?
Hmmm, something that I missed?
Maybe trim your Facebook list?”
I’ll not say, you need not guess,
They’re private, but I will confess,
The approach that I prefer,
Next year I’ll tell you what they were.
GAY IRONY
Here’s a bit of irony,
I thought about today,
Homosexuals must struggle,
For the right to be that way,
Whilst many straight men with women think,
“God, I wish that I were gay!”
Winter Walking
Winter walking,
Sort of kind of in a hurry,
It’s cold, there’s been a little flurry,
Still, I’m trying not to scurry,
But then it happens,
The slippery sole,
My feet start to lose control,
For a moment I think the slip will pass,
In a millisecond I’m on my ass,
But before I ascertain my fitness,
I check to see if there’s a witness,
And only then, when I’m alone,
Do I check for bruise and broken bone,
And finding none I’m off the floor,
Although a little stiff and sore,
My arm hurts, but is in its socket,
Just wish my work keys weren’t in my pocket.
