My Wild Heart


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Tonight, Send Me A Warrior King

 

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Tonight,
My enemy lies beside,
under the cover of night,
A little slice of heaven,
desire to roam my body, passion to clutch my throat,
lips wet with promise, lust never tasted so divine,
savoured like forbidden fruit, I bite with greed,
leave behind teeth marks
and a throbbing wound

Tonight,
send me a man,
a bold one,
a warrior king,
I need a fighter, someone who’s not afraid to sin,
a solider looking for a fight,
to combat under the sheets,
we will battle through to dawn,

Tonight,
is all we have,
tomorrow you can leave,
I’ll be finished with you by three,
we can be nemeses,
in the light of day,
but under the cloak of darkness,
you will be mine.

Tonight, you’ll stay.

@JCALVERT 2016, REVISED 2017

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https://in.pinterest.com/pin/40462096629922561/ The drawstrings of your dress
swept
down your spine,
reveal a tender back
and little hairs, fine.
A jumble of knotted vanilla ribbons,
reminds me of the hayloft,
where we rested our heads
the summer before last,
when the world owed us
and we found solace in the stars
Now,
the drawstrings of your dress
swept
down your spine
such a carnage of skin
straw milled, light
your hair all sticks and leaves
swallowed by the burden
the weight of birch stick
leaving welts behind.

J.CALVERT 2016

Heart Line

With each line traced A memory carved of your face Upon the contours of the skin, Each stroke and streak begins In rhythm The lip of the wave unfolds, Coolly on the reef Sheltering the sand beneath, The surge pulls … Continue reading

Little by Little

  Little by little She withers away The light in her eyes Fades Like a flower, Petals droop Under the weight Of the densely –packed blooms and seasons end, The sun shelters behind the rain and treetops gather the fallen, … Continue reading

Grace

 

I’ll let the cool water

slip around my sides,

Taste the salt over thighs,

The stiches of the my seams

Little by little come undone,

Laced and twilled around the edge,

The water drips without a care

washing away the worries of today

Undoing the line of stitching,

holding my limbs in place

Allowing me to really see

my own face,

within,

To be confronted with grace.

 

 

J.CALVERT 2016

Inspired by life

and who we are

in each and every moment,

Realising and relishing

the beauty of ‘I’

The power of self belief.

Kill Your Darlings

  Sweetly she sings, Vocals, like the sound of the wren, High pitched and toned, Beating in the wind, Cutting edge, She risks, her heart, Only to find, It shaded and shun, A shadow without the sun, Darling little one, … Continue reading

Seven Sundays 

  Seven Sunday’s and golden sun, Thelma Plum and honey lips plump, The art of sleeping lost at 3 No notion of sleep, Roaming tongues – Awake on our knees Cotton sheets and silk ties caress Wrists bound Limbs awake … Continue reading

Skeleton Walking

Strip back the skin Slip into oblivion Open the cavity of my blackened heart Void Pulsating in throbbing hands Alive, but dead within the shell – The red ink spills Warm the liquid runs Through fingers and limbs and broken … Continue reading