Kiss me, sweet, sickly kisses kisses of love, longing and goodbye One last flirt, one last fling wish me the best of what the future brings…
One last ‘always love you’ one throw-away promise then turn around and never look back we’ll never look back
Hold me, safe, tightly hold me embrace in fear, sadness and regret One last touch, one final tear wish me safety on this long journey one more ‘never forget you’ one disposable promise then turn around and never look back we’ll never look back at this
Then softly and eternally wave me gone let my hand slip out of yours and wave me on
Never touch, never talk, never kiss… and never hold just wave me gone watch my hand slip out of yours and wave me on
You kissed me… you kissed me, sweet, sickly you kissed me goodbye and you held me… you held me, safe, tightly you held me in this regret now turn around and look back…
O, I know you’ll look back…
Thanks for reading this very old poem. In 2003 I seemed to be going through a rude awakening that I was no longer a child and this is one of many poems I wrote at the time where I was saying goodbye to childhood.
You’ve got me in your pen spell Greedily drinking ink anything you spill every drop from that incisive quill
Don’t stop, don’t cease those expertly crafted lines cut and kiss, in equal measure Such finely tuned pressure brings such pain and pleasure
I crave another lick, another hit I want to taste them on my tongue Reading between I see through all those lines lead me to you
Days have passed but that turn of phrase; those words still dance tattooed up and down the spine of all my thoughts
You’ve got me in your pen spell I don’t want to move or break from this I’m left crying, sometimes smiling a catharsis so welcome and addictive
You talk of the bitter things the seamier side of life all telegraphed without judgement your compassion is such a rush
Strip me write directly on my naked body smudge me with your fingerprints cover every inch of me in your masterful calligraphy…
Note: I wrote this one in a single draft in August, when I was trying to write a poem each day for the month. Afterwards, I wondered where it came from, but I’ve since realised I was more than likely a bit inspired by the pen-aphile poems of Bree Leto, who writes as SecretThoughtsWithin. While my poem is not about those poems, they must have been lurking at the back of my mind: e.g. Your Pen Is My Desire. So, do check them out!