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where can I nuzzle and find some warmth?
the imprint of your arms is fading fast

where can I curl up – and be curled up next to?
be small and be strong
be both sides of a coin

where can I find a somebody
who I can be myself with
utterly
and they can be themselves with me
utterly

and words passing between lips
are irrelevant as breath
and we talk about everything and nothing
included: life, blood, shit, tears, leaving this planet, staying, yorkshire puddings, gobbing and zotting, blowing bubbles from nothing, Raleigh bikes and Die Hard

I am stirred
and cannot settle

I look for signs
but am a non-believer
DAMN

I love you

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I watched the sunrise this morning
and the first thing I saw in the clear, navy sky
was a small heart-shaped cloud

my heart, flung open like a summer door,
will not close,
but winter’s coming
and the wind blows fierce

and I sing to the night:

come back
come back

I wish you were still here
tall, proud and laughing like a lion,
naming shrubs
and teaching me about wood
and bikes and love

and above the Orion’s Belt of freckles
on my right arm,
I’ll get a single rose tattoo

and always watch the gaps in the clouds
and listen to the sound of motorbikes

it’s a delicious place
that few people know about
where laughter is deeper
than a fairytale well

and magic is found
in the dirtiest, loneliest corners

and love,
love flies, sings, soars

and questions like “why?”
are best left in other places

I didn’t want to get off the bus
and end that feeling
of being held by you
still

I wanted to stay on the bus all night
pass sleeping houses
and leaves on bus shelters

ride through bright lights
and fierce rain

and watch warmth
returning to the sky

you make me feel
like I’m some kind of special

rock me with your calm,
your barely perceptible lion’s growl

and riding home on the bus
I’m fifteen all over again,
but older too,
dreaming and missing my stop

still remembering being held by you
still feeling it through my coat
still grinning

contact


lindasarah@live.co.uk