Anon In Verse

I sip the poison starting slow It tastes of sweet greed and abandoned morals sultry on my tongue gulping, delightedly choking on the excess my body languid adrift on notes that could play shame but I have no ears to hear I will never be that self again never will I fear my lust my sins my journey into what could be

There's a beautiful scar instead of a child's heartbeat, tattooed for life my skin a reminder that broken hearts survive

Open Minded .....in exhalation we praise on the edge of oblivion as senses expand pounded by musical confection your fingers tingle as you reach for God then ...it all ... combusts ....... and you're free falling through bass-heavy hands of sound....that stroke, caress, excite you.

A Good Day My skin so touchable today, your fingers trace a loving trail down my spine, your lips so soft a tender murmur against my neck, pinprick shivers tingle in my heart.

I thrive in the chaos in the madness in the crazy beat rhythm pound of sound in the abandon, as I let loose no thought just the pulse a confection arms wide head back swirling with stars lost to the sky

What I wonder? All the light we cannot see blinded by our present our past our expected reality mystified do we fabricate to justify our actions and magnify extremes to garner sympathies?

The bus stop blossoms, transformed from the light and the warmth of their embrace, soft words of love unconditional, glaring and harsh in the London dismal as they part, separate in their ways The stray one fades to somber, slips to melancholy, drips to sadness, as she waits, lost in the thoughts that consume her. What goes on in the in between? Reality a chalk portrait so beautiful devolves under the scrutiny of leaden skies.

The not so gentle caress of back handed knuckles in an explosive kiss that rocks the face, slow motion spittle like dancing raindrops in macro. Thinned hard lips skin passion hued, he's screaming out for 'make loves sake' look at you! what you made me do! Now you're broken you suit the mood. The poetry of violence can't make a slow death by poison beautiful, pretty words and fleeting sorrys fill books on library shelves. Love is not war love is not she, made to feel small love is not shattered rooms love is not battered and bruised love is not waged, love leaves no wounds.

There's nothing I can take to dissolve this ache you will still be there I will have to watch as you fade to mist in the bubble of your minds making We hold hope like armour to shield each other from our fears brittle and weak they waver unbearable this weight breath held as the penny drops the curtain slowly falls

More than Mildly Miffed Blood pump adrenalin rush I got my boss raving on like a fucking cunt The whole floor watching our reality show I got my game face on but I'm fit to explode I wonder what, what do you see? oh yeah acting like a mother fucker's just what I needed Fat cat all you did was trash my loyalty by shouting shit to cover up your incompetency Hey Mr Mr you're just one in a sea another C U Next Tuesday try'na carve off a piece. Nuff said.

Is it ok to drunk dial you tell you about my night will you be charmed by my retinue heartened by my joy? Errrr, I hope so....too late now!

Lying by the pool in the aftermath kissing goodbye to the gory, glory days Reflecting on memories dim with excess housed in rooms with no exit no entry and no return We tripped along the twilight zone blindly baiting tigers wired to electrics, searching for juice We played in the jungle with no thought for the venom behind the screens of green Glory days I bid you farewell it's easy, don't remember them well I think I had a good time picked up some beautiful friends between the lines that blurred and crossed with mindless loss at the edge of reason.

Feel a little lost in the inbetween with what isn't said with what should be with what we have and what could be with what I'd like and what you're giving Reading around the lines I've clearly missed the signs or is disregard the new 'we're fine', want you to notice want you care I want to feel loved when you're near I'd like to write more poetically but I'm a simple soul with simple needs I need your touch, but it's too much, for you to give at cost We exchange favours like currency what's left is a purgatory a sucker punch from the periphery, cold shoulders and sour cherries, till we're left walking in darkness and silence Now there's frost on the picture frame that snapshot when we were happy, never thought that would be just a memory a long lost heart carved in a tired old tree till we're left falling through darkness and silence.

I resist, to smite the thirst the greed to feed the need for numb. I resist, the essence drain that drags the day coiled on chain & locked in place. I resist, despite the ache that claws my habitual craving. I resist, with hope, the smoke will soon rescind it's spell. I resist, ...but at this moment I would fucking LOVE not to.

It's the moment between heartbeats When we're matching sigh for sigh, and the world explodes around us, a shattering of stars. It's the time you take to tease, how you play me read the signs, The years you took to commit the book, to memory line by line, 'Till I'm falling again and again for you - Devine Smoke rising heaven crying bone shaking into the light, burning the night a Phoenix in flight - Desire no white noise no static no second guessing, our love is true love it's gift is a blessing _____________________ It's my 15th Wedding Anniversary this week. Freaky (how time flies) but cool. What I originally thought was love, all those years ago, was probably more like lust, mixed with some higher recognition that I had met my significant other. True love came over time; after more good times than bad, mixed with a little bit of hell and back. We've been on an an incredible journey, growing up together. Mr Anon, You still rock my world! With love Mrs Anon xxx

So close our heartbeats mingle as life builds to a perfect shit storm. Eyes closed in the comfort of your arms surround I know, it'll all be fine... in time.