poems

So, so beautiful.

So, so beautiful.

15/04/18

It’s like she doesn’t understand how much I’m taken.

Those powerful lines of integration.

The smell of the ocean inside her thighs.

The shine of the moon beyond her eyes.

A metaphysical redundancy where the logic gave up.

She’s Opal Fruits and Starburst filled with a rough love.

Dancing glaciers.

A broken radius.

Bespoke unity in a world not made for us.

Cold clarity.

Harsh reality.

Dance anyway, else the show stops for me.

It’s a pity too,

What’s so cold can be so beautiful.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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poems, Short poems

Tested

Tested

09/04/2018

I watched her purity read my spirit.

I watched her thirst drink my mind.

I refueled my forgiveness when she placed her hand in mine.

She read my every thought with a finger down the line.

A sentence to the solitude “I’m not yours but you are mine”

I watched her purity read my spirit.

I succumbed unto her breast.

Was this a new reality?

Another of his tests?

© G.P Williamson 2018

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Buttercup

Buttercup.

22/12/2017

It’s okay buttercup, come take a sip.

It weeps if you will of sheer deceit.

A parable a book of sweet notoriety.

Look and see don’t be shy to me.

Sit quietly, fight internally with those open books.

Skirt worn legs, hair a mess, caress pages for lessons you undressed.

You knew in one look.

I was the figure for every lesson you never took.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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