Kisses On The Bottom

My fingers press down on the paper

and I watch the ink start to dry

as that number,

fifty-one,

crops up again.

It should bother me - but I'm far past caring now.



Piled-up declarations of love

wrapped up in a thick purple ribbon,

all my loving in a box with a tag,

sent along from me to you.



I thought about sending flowers.

That seemed too cliché and trite,

so instead I wrote you long letters

to be read under calico skies.



What all of this is, is a thank-you,

a way to say how much you mean

to someone who has never met you -

and probably never will.



Still, I'll send you these long love-letters,

and hope that you'll read them and smile.

Perhaps you might even keep them,

and make sure they're never forgotten,

these tattered and faint-scented letters

signed with kisses on the bottom.

She's A Little Raver

'She's a little raver,' he said to her that day,
She looked into his eyes and smiled - he knew her right away.
Just like in his heady youth, Little Raver dug the dream,
Little Raver was an old-fashioned girl,
Thought 'kids aren't what they used to be!'

You see, Little Raver loved Vespas and vinyl,
The finer things of days gone by,
So when she moved to Liverpool, her lifestyle was finalised!

Little Raver got mad when people asked her 'So, you like techno, then?'
She was not that kind of raver - for her, no alcohol, strobe and strange men.
She was more a Northern Soul girl (not that modern kids knew about that),
She loved Merseybeat music, had old band posters in her flat,
She loved Gerry & The Pacemakers - for her, that's where it's at!

The mod scene was her calling, hanging with those crazy cats,
So don't call her a 'new' raver, or her Vespa will knock you flat!

Crying Because I'm Stupid.

It's midnight, and I'm crying because I'm stupid.

Crying hot, fat tears

because you have left a mark upon my heart.



I'm crying because I'm stupid

for knowing little about you,

I'm crying because I'm too shy to ask questions.



I think about you often, think all sorts of crazy things,

my mind a lovesick teenager,

imagining love and golden rings.



My eyes are sore now.

I'm still crying because it's too hard to stop.



I don't know what you think of me,

Don't know what it is you see

when you see my face, read my words.



I'm crying because I'm stupid,

I don't know what else to do.



I'm crying because I'm stupid,

Stupidly in love with you.

More.

We see you every day;
Flat images, captured moments -
But nothing can compare to really seeing you.
If eyes could sweat, they would be doing so now,
As you make your way through the long, large crowd;
Our bodies shake, some make their home on the floor,
We want to scream, but we know you're worth more
than snapping vocal chords, watery eyes,
So much more that when we see you, we feel like we've died
and gone up to Heaven while your holy face
Stares down at us and you smile that smile, the one we love;
This moment, though brief, is everything we hoped,
Everything we could have dreamed and more.
Heads spin, pulled in
By your Vortex.
We're caught by your gravitational pull,
Revolving around your very own Sun,
Because you are more.

Dreams and hopes pale and die
When we finally get the chance to look into your eyes;
No description, no name or price
Could be put to this vision at all -
You are more.

Cameras wield in front of you,
And now we can hold you (in a way),
Our skin against yours sends a rush through our veins.
We capture you there with us, just for one moment;
One moment that was so much more.

We leave with a story that will become legend,
A mental movie reel,
A cerebral novel;
Emotions we will always feel.
The day we saw you,
Heard you,
Knew you,
Just for one moment.
The one moment we knew you were more.

Way Back When

Sit with me tonight

and tell me what's on your mind,

Tell me all the things we said

way back when.

Did you ever love me at all?

Was it right for me to fall,

and did you swap love for fame

way back when?

Will things ever be the same

now you've made yourself a name?

Could we ever be again

the way we were back then?

What I'd Give (A Picture Challenge Poem)

Soulful eyes, entrancing pools of grey,
How unfair is this little game you play -
The stare that launched a thousand sighs
is in full force in your gorgeous eyes -
What I'd give to have them fall on me.

Sun-kissed skin and tousled hair,
What makes you special and so rare
is the way you look so very good,
the way you look as perfection should -
What I'd give to be right with you there;
to feel your skin on mine.
What I'd give to sit by some shaded tree
with you, a content and loving stare
penetrating into me as I lazily, softly
play with your hair.

Lips so soft, tempting and sweet;
no wonder women fall at your feet!
And yet you are unaware of what you do -
tongue running over your lips rapidly,
the way you bite your bottom lip
is more than enough to make me slip
gladly into insanity, happily into ecstasy;
What I'd give to have your lips on me.
But alas, this can not ever be -
simply because you don't know me.
Sweet thoughts these are, but sad ones too,
What I'd give for these sweet thoughts to come true!

Special Places

This Laurel Canyon bed's not the same without you in it,
Till you come home, yeah, I'm counting every minute.
Don't know how I manage to keep it together,
Because my world revolves around you.
So I'll sit here waiting until you touch down
And I can hold you again.

Memories of you are all I can hold onto
Until you come back home to me.
So I'll picture all of the things we've done together,
Think of the places we've been,
The things that mean so much to me;
Our special places.

It's late and I'm tired, I answer the phone -
You called to tell me goodnight,
I tell you I love you, I tell you I miss you,
You laugh and tell me the same.
I miss the warmth of your body against me,
But all I can do now is wait.

Memories of you are all I can hold onto
Until you come back home to me.
So I'll picture all of the things we've done together,
Think of the places we've been,
The things that mean so much to me;
Our special places.

Oh, I'm so tired of all this distance between us -
It kills me.
But I will stay strong, and I will hold on,
Because I know that you'll be back soon.

Staring out windows and looking in doorways
I hope somehow to find you there.
Next time you call me, you're letting me know that you're days away from here,
The hardest part's over, the waiting is through, now I can almost see you
So baby, until I do

Memories of you are all I can hold onto
Until you come back home to me.
So I'll picture all of the things we've done together,
Think of the places we've been,
The things that mean so much to me;
Our special places.
Babe, please come back home soon
to me and our special places.