Thursday, 20 March 2014

Longing

Longing slides through my veins -
molten lava instead of blood.
A slow process that threatens
to clog my arteries and,
far from setting me free,
will cremate me where I stand
in fiery bondage.

Saturday, 8 March 2014


Take me to the Edge

Take me to the ledge
of reason.
Dance me over the edge
of the precipice
into the unknown,
the danger zone,
where love lies waiting.

Surely it is waiting
and looking for me
to cut myself to ribbons
on its sharp edges.

Caught up in its thrall
I might fall - 
into that place
where there are
no prisoners.