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That’s love?

I guess that’s love.
Blind stupidity,
Wasteful sacrifices
And a shit tonne of lies.
Grey days and tears nights,
Bellows of horror
And shrieks of terror,
Broken glasses
And smashed plates.
No friendship, just hate.

So, that’s love?



It’s like my heart
Skipped a beat,
Just like a record
Player stuck on repeat,
As if summer was singing
A regular tune,
The gentleness
Of the full moon.
It’s as old as time
Yet brand new,
Dear Lord I want to kiss you.


It’s completely impossible
Yet I can’t help
But hope, to dream
Of your tenderness
And kisses, oh such lingering
Kisses along my throat.
To want those eyes of green
Boring into mine,
Never faltering, never stopping
For the rest of time.
I want you,
I want you so much,
I yearn for you,
For your kisses and your touch.
But how impossible it is,
Still I hope and pray every night
That one day I’ll be proved right.

Celestial Love

I was once told to fall
In love with the Moon,
That hewouldnt hurt me.
Well that was foolish.
They forgot about the seas,
The tidal waves of grief
And floods of despair.

I was always told never
To fall for the Sun,
For like a moth to a flame
I’d get burnt.
So I never even tried,
I didn’t want to hurt.

Instead I fell for a star,
Twinkling and brilliant…
But thousands of miles away,
Too far to travel and explore.
They don’t even know I’m here.
But I can’t be hurt,
Yet I can’t be loved.

Oh to love,
And be beloved.

Age and Love

As age crashes in

And beauty is swept away,

Will you still love me

Even though I’m old and grey?

Even as my brain

Becomes addled with shingle,

When every fact and thought

Is suddenly intermingled

Will you still be there?

I will be there for you.

For though we will be stood

Amidst shifting tides,

I know our love shall glide

Like a yatch on soft waters.

That sweet love that 

Brought our daughters

Into the world. Our love,

Our tide, our time.


Soft snowy fur,
Brilliant green eyes
And a booming purr.
Never has one cat
Meant more than family,
She’s the past…my childhood,
Happiness, sunshine, innocence
All in a white fluffy bundle.
But she’s dying.
Slowly and surely with each passing
Tick tock of the clock,
As every dawn and dusk herald
The closing of her lifetime.
The end of joy, the loss of memories,
My very first cat: Snowbell.

(She’s not dead yet but she’s 15, a bit senile and frankly has seen better days. Amongst other things her balance is off and she’s got a weepy eye. But everyone can see that the clock is ticking. -she’s currently curled up on my lap purring away quite happily.)

Snippet #The Boundaries of Love

He saw her there, a sheen of sweat glistening in the moonlight. Her dark hair hanging down her back pooling onto the rigid rocks below her. He knew he shouldn’t be watching but when he heard her breathy sighs and low, glutteral moans he simply couldn’t help himself. With a hand that was flushing just like the rest of his body he gently shifted the foliage from in front of his face. She was like an Angel, rising to Heaven on the fingers of the breeze; every flutter of the leaves was another kiss to her neck, the roaring silence praises to her beauty and pleasure. As she rose higher and higher her back arched more, she tipped her head back and gave a melodic hum which crescendoed into an echoing gasp. Slowly the woman unfurled her fingers from the rock she had been gripping so tightly. Then man swore he heard her whimper, whether in pain or delight he could not be sure, as she rolled off the rock and onto the leafy forest floor.
‘When will you let me join you?’ He heard rather than saw the tears that had gathered in her eyes. ‘Please, I miss you so much.’
The young woman remained in her position, face up on the ground. Her eyes never once flickering away from the Moon which was watching her from above. Suddenly the man felt a shift in the air, stillness replaced the slight disturbance of the breeze.
‘In August we’ll be together again. Until then we can dance at dawn and dusk, always seeing but never getting to touch.’ The voice was scarcely more than a whisper, yet the mellow sound soothed the figure on the floor.
‘Now, it’s time for you to rise and for me to fade away.’ The instruction was gentle, yet the woman made no movement. ‘Come now Sun, for when you arrive the day will have begun.’
The man knew by now that he really shouldn’t have seen all that he had, but still he couldn’t convince himself to leave. He was startled out of his musings by the woman rising, her long hair and body began to glow gold. Suddenly she disappeared in a flash of light, just as the first few rays of dawn appeared in the East. The man looked around, trying to find any trace of the woman but there was none.
‘I think,’ he whispered to himself ‘that I must forget this ever happened. No one would ever believe me if I said I’d seen the Sun and Moon making love in Half-Way Wood.’ He shook his head and slowly ambled away, maybe it was just a dream, or maybe he was going mad. Yet even years later he couldn’t forget the longing he had felt and he became glad that he could be with his love, and so he chased the light forever.