Gig

Dull frets strum As the audience come, The echoing base guitar A rhythem following from afar, Pale drum skins pound A new life is found.

Desire

Grasping at the metal clasp,
freeing thick waves of deep
red hair.
Slipping her black tailored
suit jacket,
down her arms,
over her wrists,
and off.

My lips pressed, deep
against hers, hers against
mine, round the passionate
clashing of pink tongues.

As buttons and a zipper
of matching tailored trousers
fell loose revealing sultry
black lace, both were
wisped away,
down her legs,
over her ankles,
and off.

War Zone

I can smell the salt of the ocean as my heart pounds, my hands shake, But the drink warms me, calms me. I battle my way to the surface and bob there like a cork, bombs are flying, bullets falling, I can already see the dead. One of my men in the boat behind me whispers a prayer and marks the holy cross upon himself, the only word I catch is ‘Amen’ and then my sense’s are filled with the stinging salt and the blooded sea water.

I Miss…

I miss the way you’d wink at me,
and the way you’d always see.

I miss the way you’d smile
and the way I’d run a mile.

I miss the way you’d yell,
and hold me under you’r spell.

I miss all of everything you do,
but most of all I miss you.

Escapism

Opening another bottle of vodka waiting for the pain to come flooding back