So I picked a number of books from my shelf which I will list in a later post. I couldn’t make them cohesive enough to be a proper poem so I have worked the titles in with a few linking lines that I’ve had to write myself. Enjoy:
Playmate
Let’s be exposed
like imagined sons –
begging for it;
to get physical.
To feel the crush.
Now you’re here in the dark,
just let me be
obscenely yours.
Let’s burn together
like a thousand splendid suns.
We’re both a
necessary evil, love.
A prelude to bruise;
to using up the synonyms
of our body thesaurus.
The silent creed we follow;
worship me – I can be
your own rapture
if only you choose
to let me in.
Poetry Café 