Your Soft Lips

Deep the Seas of my passion
Oceans washing deep, and wide
Deep desire lusting, Lasting
Without your lips, I will starve

Deep driven
Lust Arising
Until I lie back
Desire ashen

Deep the Seas of my passion
Oceans washing deep and wide
Deep desire, lusting, lasting
Without your lips, I will starve

In your passion, I am trusting
I am with you always lusty
For your soft lips, I am surviving

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This poem is called ‘My Empty Journals’ and it’s an initial draft written by me on today’s date. It’s about unrealised dreams. #poet #poetry #scottishpoet #queer #queerpoet #queerpoem #poem #verse #myemptyjournals #stirrdsapphic #sapphicpoem #sapphicpoetry #poetrydraft

Third Season

The bark in the rain
Is my slick wrinkled skin;
Fingers reach high
To caress pale arc of sky
With the withered leaves
Of my complaints.
Chilled branches creak their grievances,
A stuttering slow heartbeat
Under the susurration
Of the clouds' cold offering.

Soon, soon, we will sleep, she and I.
We will retreat into the soil
Surrounded by the detritus
Of yesterday's stories
And endure this winter on the remnants
Of our former glories.

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