By Victory Guys…I appreciate the attention But I am A raging lesbian

My heart has a funny shaped space That is the exact shape of your hand Cradling it softly and you have taken it Away from me and you are holding me Captive to the safety of a grand castle In the hills of a cold moorland holding Take me away with you

Glass blowing is an ancient art and there are times when I wish I hadn’t seen that you had mastered that long before I knew that your shape was one crafted to perfectly match mine And that you were warm and malleable and that Your heart did not deform but only perform the beats that…

My face is weeping with long streams of tears stringing down In a rainbow of colours I am crying for my lover I cry orange for his love of life and I cry pink for his sweet smell like peonies and I cry green for the new sprouting plants I watered and I cry a…

When I want to spend my daydream allowance I take a quarter to the corner gripping it all the way And my pocket has a hole in it so I don’t take the chance And I carry the mix home imagining you’re at play Rosy cheeks bursting with soft sweet marshmallow plans Snowfall on thick…

Where the trees are high and the sky is clear Over the seas are mysteries rich with deer Against the silence a troll much afeared Is unmatched by a warriors year-long beard And wherever we roam he’ll always come home To a fortress and the girl who writes this poem

The ruby red richness of lips Dipped in cherries mixed with honey And unlike your fingers they trail Over my starburnt skin and flicker In the firelight as they brush past me On their way to sweeter pastimes Oh who can say whereupon me they Will next set ablaze with whimpers Their pretty besmirches trailed…

Remember when You first came to say hello? // I scarcely need to say more The moment imprinted Forever you hinted Until I became something of a chore // And the funny thing about living Is that I can see so much further today And yet I am done words little to none Are all…

I often find my mind drifting away from the past and into future solid ground. Like a bee finding nectar in a flower I went searching and at last in the end I was found. Before me lies an endless field of poppies and roses and cherry trees in bloom. Their blood red jewels glittering…

// I think of you often and I wonder if you think of me Falling forward in time as we weave a grand tapestry It’s a funny thing life and I miss you as often as I thank The stars and tides for washing me up on new shores It’s a blessed life I live…