What if

What if I was a bird?

Would you fly next to me?

Or shoot me for food?

What if I was a daisy?

Would you carefully tread round me?

Or trample me into the mud?

What if I was music?

Would you learn me?

Or turn me off, listen to another piece?

What if I was a letter?

Would you read me?

Or throw me away?

What if I was a mirror?

Would you look at your reflection?

Or turn away?

What if I was a question?

Would you answer me?

Or leave me floating in the air with nowhere to go?

What if I was a film?

Would you watch me?

Or change the channel?

What if I was money?

Would you save me?

Or spend me on worthless trinkets?

What if I was a painting?

Would you look at me?

Or cast me aside for the next masterpiece?

What if I was a memory?

Would you remember me?

Or forget me?

What if I was a joke?

Would you laugh?

Or turn your head and cringe?

What if I was a child?

Would you love me?

Or would you leave me for someone else?

What if I was a necklace?

Would you wear me?

Or bury me inside a box for eternity?

What if I was a light?

Would you turn me on?

Or leave me to dwell n the darkness?

What if I was me?

Would you love me for who I am?

Or ask me to change into who you are?

Vampire

You scare me with your seductive eyes

With their depth and mystery

One thousand questions

Inviting me to ask

Your ruby red lips that beg me to kiss you

As if you whisper to me

Calling me to come near you

Hypnotising me easily

Your ivory skin, hard as marble, pure as crystal

China white and perfect

Smoothly caressing your bones

Flawlessly like liquid

Your sharpened nails, painted ebony black

Razor edged with precision

Ready to sever flesh

And expose the crimson wine underneath.

And yet, you attract me, with your voice like velvet

Soft and alluring, like music I can’t escape

Promising me satisfaction, quenching my thirst

For your words, your melodic tones

Your scent, masculine, smoky and rural

That makes me yearn for the wind

To carry me another waft

So I can fill my aching lunges with your incense. 

Love Sonnet

I love you he says, with my head upon his breast, breathing

One hand in mine, the other playing with my tangled hair

His heartbeat, in time with mine stops and starts, quickening

As sounds, distant they may be, creep and moan in despair

And he looks at me, smile moving across his doting face

In his eyes, laughter, grinning ‘coz he wants to, ‘coz he can

Holding on to me, tightening his powerful embrace

Strobe lighting, gunshot, mournful weep of a fictional man

So the film begins, murder, mayhem, malice and jealousy, sigh

Despair, turmoil, and just a hint of shame, Dr Evil is back!

With all the goodies, and the baddies, no one can deny

The silhouette of forces foe, just action it does lack

So hold me close, and whisper to me, of times that have gone past

Now turn to me, and look at me, and kiss me now. At last!

Liar

Trap me if you can, in your web of lies

Your twisted words as rope

Fasten me within your warped reality

Fictional danger holding me in place

As I watch the daggers of truth tear at you

Honest blades slash and mutate you

Fact burn out your eyes

You bleed the blackened blood of a liar. 

Murder scene

Droplets of water drip

The only pulse in the room

And it’s haunting. Scary like the sound of footsteps

Tapping, echoing the metallic hollowness

I move my foot forward

Careful not to stand on the shredded remains of a hand

Light filtered in, casting parallel lines of silver

Across crusty brown flooring 

Human Butcher

I walk into the room and I see them

Corpses, bodies where people should be

Swimming in pools of rusty blood

Bathing in life’s very essence

Then the smell hits me

It’s like walking into a butcher

Except here it’s rotting flesh

Not the succulent steak or fat pork sausages

Here, meat is not for sale

Summer Romance

Electric pulse

Throbbing heat

Caressing touch

Lips meet

Arms entwine

Thighs collide

Torsos move

Heartbeats rise

Sweat pours

Angels dance

Thus begins

Summer romance

Misery

Misery.

Deep filling,

Heart breaking,

Life dulling,

Misery.

I see you

You don’t understand

You can’t see the sorrow

The melancholy, the gloom

Of the damsel, meticulously braiding

Silk braids, sewn into gowns of golden satin

Dressed in peculiar patterns

Of birds, flowers, mythological creatures

You don’t see the bloodstained cloth

The crimson gloves, the rusted needle

You can’t see the dimming halo

Or the stubs of wings

The mutated angel

Concealed within the veiled hope

Of a stranger.

You won’t look at the broken heart

You left behind

When you spoke those words

Of abandonment

Of desertment

You will never see the true loss I am

I will always see your beauty

Your talent, you’re magic.

Your blinding light

That forces my eyes to close

And see only what your words let me

I will always see you.