Unrequited July 7, 2006
Posted by Jen in : A215 stuff , add a commentI think of you the moment I awake
despite my pact that I would not relent.
My mind misleads, pretends I smell your scent
which makes my stomach churn, all senses ache.
Your plain dark looks, a drug I can’t forsake
gives bittersweet and silky smooth descent
into a decadent, luxurious torment.
I hate the way you linger at my hips
once you’re devoured. Not just a greedy fling,
I can’t give up my aphrodisiac.
Ashamed when caught, your taste stays on my lips
but diet books have taught me one sad thing:
‘chocolate cannot ever love you back’.
Ticking Away
Posted by Jen in : A215 stuff , add a commentTicking Away
Crumbling church, perched high above the village
guards heartfelt thoughts on lichen-rich headstones.
Dark stubbled boundaries, sheep in grey bloomers
match steely sky; late, pale moon hanging high.
Woodpecker’s staccato percussion breaks
the stillness of this silent symphony.
Footpaths lead through green-hued rainbow fields,
entice from real but stilted clockwork life.
An unrecognisable silhouette
hears nothing. Punctuated by gunshot.
Warm breath coming faster, I check my watch.
This timelessness cannot last forever.
