Before You were a cloud I tried to hold on to Just air streaming past spread fingers But lately You are fresh stream water cupped in my hands I smell your clean mountain home Taste you, and drink you down Advertisements
Category: Poetry
Slow dance
This poem is about you and how You leave licks of naked flames On my skin, with imperfect Fingers lingering, drawing Ancient symbols I’ll never decrypt, Marking me. It’s about how your eyes burn Right through my soul, forcing out Unfamiliar sentiments that float Above our shoulders, and I dare not Hang them on…
Turning tables
Dark haired girl, you Rub ashened elbows with the window sill, Cursing your neck for not being long enough. You can barely see inside But you already know how this scene goes, This is how it looks like from the outside. You know you will still wear your pretty smile, Even though it’s too…
Complicated
My heart stops as you reach out And take my face in your hands. No words bear more meaning Than those that curl out of your mouth. Hurt wraps its fingers around longing As they both fight to be felt. Neither of us is surprised by how it plays out: Me too, I say as…
Shadows
My lost wanderer, We really must stop Meeting like this, half hidden In shadows in this deserted alley Where the smell of your skin weaves And winds itself with the stink Of cigarette smoke and alcohol. When will you finally let me Try to find my smile again? Maybe I shall find it by Playing…
Poetry – Exposed
My poem ‘Exposed’ has been featured on http://www.magunga.com/exposed-daisy-awiti/