I Don’t Think You Like Me?

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I don’t think you like me,
I can hear it in your voice,
Crude and overriding,
A simple flaw,
Diamonds and pearls clasp,
The edges of your curves,
Slipping on your mesh,
Weaving a moody tongue,
And lips of rose and heat,
A Cyprus concoction and dirty cigarette –
A mouldy vice,
Boned and ribbed,
A cage of indiscretion,

I don’t think you like me,
I can see it in your eyes,
Draining and withdrawn,
Dry,
A thorn in her finger,
Shake your blood,
To get it moving,
A tourniquet to strap the lesion,
A fucker of stolen hearts,
Covet op and a bent boulevard,
A cult is better tasted on the lips of nuns –
A convent for fun,
Cautioned by the rebels,

I don’t think you like me,
I can feel it on my skin,
Purple and excessive,
The wine flows,
Coveted,
The art of life, on the run,
Despondent,
My flesh stings,
Little pricks of shame,
Amused by naked bodies,
Cinders spin – a complexion of ash,
Blitz my broken heart,
Onslaught –
Ambush my worried mind,

I think you like me,
I can sense your troubled mind.

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Hometown 

 

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J Calvert Photography 2015

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J Calvert Photography 2015

I’ll leave it all behind,
The seaside,
The idle place of space growing in secrets and sighs,
The look on your face,
When you ask me why,
The heartache of this shaded and sinking town,
The ageing souls,
The cracks in the road,
The minds ghosts,
All taking its toll,
I’ll leave it all behind,
Still, my heart will yearn,
For a time long past,
For my hometown.