Short poems

Date (Short)

Date (Short)

10/02/18

Dinner date.

Tempting fate.

fingering all those delicious tastes.

Harsh hit wine.

Salty lips.

pleasure at my fingertips.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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Bait

Bait.

24/10/17

I know how you work.

Dark cloak of bait ridden writing.

Soft red lips.

Pure smile, inviting.

The type of eyes a sane woman finds frightening.

Half open door and a cocked leg.

Lets the light in.

I know how you work.

You’re venus flytrapping,

And I succumb with the full knowledge of my impending demise.

Those eyes.

 

© G.P Williamson 2017

 

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Tempting

Tempting

21/10/17

I couldn’t tempt her.

Couldn’t pre empt her.

Make her guess.

She knew where to walk.

How to talk.

That look, that dress.

Forever loiters in my memory like a tombstone, I confess.

She climbs with stony limbs, blue eyes with sparkled wings, crescent moons of all things.

I rate the world and drown within.

I can’t get her to substantiate the perpetual bliss of misery.

They say I exaggerate when in fact my exasperate dreams are heaven aches but she lives for more than my heartbreak.

I couldn’t tempt her.

© G.P Williamson 2017

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