Sleet
Poetry is love and love is poetry,
But like the fruit Eve picked from the tree,
They burn with lies and deceit,
Sweet words that brings a blush to my cheek,
Turning my heart and head I lay them at your feet,
Basking in your adoration I give you everything you seek,
I let a serpent into my Eden of his offerings I willingly eat,
It darkens my soul, coldly burning my skin like sleet,
You sounded so beautiful, I fell into your promising eyes,
Eyes filled with lies bigger than a thousand skies,
The bigger they re the closer you are to the jewel between my thighs,
The nearer i am to chocolate binges, tears and Long sad sighs,
Comforting words circle my hopes and dreams like flies,
While morbid love songs scavenge the carcass of my unfulfilled desires,
Looks of pity shunned emotions locked away from prying eyes,
Swallowing my sorrow i form my own deceitful smile,
I’m ok, I’m fine, I’m cool with it, it wasn’t serious, I never choke even though they taste like bile,
They fall from my lips dipped in guile,
Easily i carry them off with style,
Yet our tragedy echoes in my head all the while,
Accompanied by a mourning dirge as i bury my un-materialised dreams of a dress and isle.
Jason Grey.
