Grumble

A poem about my girlfriend, the love I have for her and the collision of ideas and passions that make us what we are.

I had a cigarette before bed

I watched you dance inside my head

All together now,

I couldn't live without you

All together now

I couldn't live without your smile

 

I had epiphanies before bed

It turns out deep down I hate my friends

It’s your fault

You shine so bright for me

It’s your fault

You've been burning brightly

 

Let me lie with your cosmic smile

A dusty book, age old and wild

I swear I was born for you

I swear I was born for you

Let me sing for you a while

Poetic and hot around your thighs

I'll tear down heaven for you,

I'll tear down heaven for you

 

Well the sun and stars and the ghosts on mars all sing your name to crowd of clowns

They teach them to laugh in a stardust bath as they clean their flowers in an aftermath of rage

 

God bless the seasons

The colour they give your cheeks

The autumn glow

Points me to your demons

 

Author's Note

Critics are, though important, dicks. Isn't that just an educated notion?

Reviews

[Gandré]

wonderfully sensual. Only few men I believe have the strength to face and fight the challenges of their time.