The guilty ruby lipstick you leave in a smudge
Those loaded looks, I know will misjudge
Lying underneath your faltering smirks
A soul dark, shadowy in nature lurks
Holding a childish, rose tinted grudge
My argument could never ever budge
I, nicely mannered, poorly paid clerk
You, vain pitiful rugby playing jerk
And how ever could I not adore
Your eyes would soften but ignore
A flicker of blue is all I ask for
Afar from my solemn shattering shore
Dreams filling the slowly dying, darken night air
Stripping my mind from all but you – wholly bare
I resist at first, a sparking flare
My silken skin betraying me, that I swear
The goose bumps stay, unable to bear
The ache of unreturned, I now wear
Stained still, with your power, so rare
A link, too fragile to ever share
The fingertips I have now, trembling touch
Yet still I pine for you so much.
Love stays, wholly joined with the ever young
Songs of joyous courage and happiness were sung
The inches upon your frame, you could’ve grown
My eyes dart swiftly past the dulling grey stone
Unlike the coiled rope from which you swung
The bitter words, even now still sting my tongue
Holding you, safe in that old wishbone
Your feelings remain, aching unknown.
Sioned Gill