Where are you; my stranger, what do you want? Loneliness pervades My weekending bones A cancer you creep through me; devour my lost soul Please! Save me, redemption, a heavy shoulder, a kiss. Craving such contact, warm Whirlwinds of bliss I love you! Where are you? Have I gone amiss. An outcast forgotten, a taste; Your bitter lips Propped up on the counter, pots bang to the floor. Push back with force; Arousal, temptation; fulfil me with Lust I crave you. Don't want you so wrong Not, not right She's right by your side in your bed every night.

Passion? What is passion, what is its stem; does it grow from the earth as a common bud, a weed, a seedling pushed through harsh worn soil. Toiled by land and love and #life. Do we gaze upon it every day and mistake it for unworth; attention trained on trivial things and lost to unfocused eyes? A heavy brain so burdened with, the trivial pursuit of lies? So come to me, sweet passionate song, and lead me by the hand. Take me from all faux misery, and lead me to rich land. Of joy; and living, show me the way; open my sleepy eyes. I lost my way and now, I say 'I'll follow you back home.'

Pretty Lies These concrete walls crisp linen sheets, crease eagerly beneath your golden warmth Lie, lie, with me, no do not stir Lie, lie to me with buttered words fevered breath it tastes of Treason

The Spectator Come, Lie in my glass coffin, dear Feet below dank earth Taste, devour, sour vapour In soft, and gentle bursts Now Mother, she grows quite languidly Father scuttles past; His time drums on and on and on This heavy #life, my dear, shall pass My bones have become ashen, sore; Dry, skin Sooty, pale, grey My mind has gone to pieces, pieces- But breathe for me my dearest Whilst I, wither, a way Spectator of this lovely horror; I see, though I am blind, I hear you Flutter on fast; no faster! dear... Don't weep, for I'm alive. SC