Limerence

He was like a ray of sunshine in my heavy heart

Where did he tremble to?

He remembers the rain

He remembers her skin

He remembers her crying

She never gave in

But he gave up

way too easily

And slept through her fire

He remembers the day all too clearly

Vividly haunting him in his restless hours

He remembered everything

But he never remembered me

*

The bed rolled her knickers right up

She remembered his tender touch

It was never enough

She never realised it was never enough

But he could feel it

And it hurt

It hurt until it boiled his veins

A love that began so sweetly

That tasted so pure

Now ends in contented confusion

They were both never really sure

Eye

I never saw my eye

I never found it

Until I sucked myself

Her heart never beat the same

Maybe sweat released her inner self

Bound by an inward breath

She found her heart

Clenched between her teeth

Lips coated in juices

Above a restless tongue

And in there lye

Knitting neatly

Was her own eye

Stitching

Bleeding

As she sang

Oh so sweetly

''They never found the needles

They never found the needles.''

Inside the porcelain

''..in her own queer, female way, she was serious to the bottom of her soul.''

Leave the light on

Leave the light on, please

Heart is heavy

Sunken in blood

Not ready for love

She struggled to digest it

''There was nothing inside the porcelain.''

Creatures

There are some things in life that are mysteries

Some things in life that need no reason why

Some things in life that have no answers, no questions

There are some things in life that are innocent, no matter how tainted or torn

These creatures are silent, and have remained a mystery since the day they were born

''How foolish human creatures can be''

Fair thee well Poppet

''Fair thee well''

he said, with a poppet in hand.

Fair thee well

Red was the colour in his hands.

He handed her a bunch of Roses

with a smile cut sharp

across his face

''There's a baby in there''

There's a baby in there

Red was the colour of his hands

Ridges

I always knew you were there.

Like a witches finger,

scrawling up my back.

Your tiny little bones,

edged in deep

and fit perfectly

with the ridges in my back.

Now we're connected

and there's no turning back.

For the roots in my heart

form the outline of a child,

whose threads that went missing

are the same ones as mine.

A child is starved

A child is fed

And we'll weave this way forever

until we rest among the dead.

''But perhaps...

..their strong and aristocratic silence, the silence of strong trees, meant something else.''

Women's bodies merged out of the trees, 

dark, bulbous trees.
They appeared everywhere.
Soft, low voices.
Women's voices, breathless.

Stood, at the top of a small hill,
looking up at the sky.
It was bright, sunny.
Yellow/orange circle filled my eyes
and there lye a symbol,
a star,
and in the middle of the star, 

an eye,

a women's eye,
the Devils eye,
cast over like a shadow
in the deepened yellow/orange sky.