Posted in Poetry

going down

you never seen me dance
the sway of my hips
whet your lips

the dry sorrow you protect
the pride i carry
wears us down

and if circumstances -change
baby, on the dance floor
i’ll be found

Posted in Poetry

galaxies born

can’t wash this
from my soul
tatooed on my heart
your imprint branded
hot… then cold
seered into my mind
stars twinkle round me