Diamonds in your Eyes

I know when I see it
My heart skips a beat
Blush reaching my cheeks
As our eyes meet

A flitter so quick

But wow what a kick
Wanting another glimpse
Maybe it was just me

Will you be looking

If I take another peak
Do I even dare to
What will you think

For once in my life

Take a chance, try
Get the courage
Take that peak

So what if I blush

Or if he sees me stare
Maybe he is feeling
Just like me, scared

Looking up to glance

To my surprise
We catch each other out
The glimmer, the smile
The Diamonds in your eyes

By Me

Rude Drunken Pen

Bloody rude drunken pen has enjoyed a nib of ink or two, reminiscing on a few

Bad and ugly times, both admit things were sometimes a bit of a mess,

All kinds of intertwined, confused, but along the way making some progress
On the grand masterpiece of all masterpieces – writing bliss
At first polite, we take in turns, to interject with collaborative words,
Until the air hits us hard, take a breath, where’s your etiquette, manners and respect,
My turn pen, I command, continue on to write, scribbling like an erratic bird’s nest.
Pen resists and spits its ink, a dirty blob from its nib…how rude
All smudged and slurred is a dribbling rambling of everything crude
Across the page leaking its ink, clearly from excessive drink
Dancing on thin ice, my drunken pen decides to try and entice
Inviting me to envelope, his muscular body with smooth fingers
Such fraternisztion you drunken sleaze, how do you expect to please
The love of your life, giving you permission to write and express your ink with ease
Drunken pen is at a loss as reflects on his drunken state, its very late
Blubbering relaxed words across the page, deep within and obscure
Then I realise that my drunken pen is sometimes a little insecure
He has a way of making me melt when I think of his 50 shades of ink - blue
Each drink of ink that fills his nib, that prints our words, that stains my skin
Is in every way the partnership of creative bliss and my perfect hue

By Me

Desire - Modern Cinquain

Desire
Wanting you
Passion, intensity, touch
Heart pounding, pleasure, erotic
Desire  

Just Me

Come Paint with Me

Do you wanna come play in the paint with me?
Colours in tubs, ready for hands and feet

Dipping in slow, squishy - cold, in they go

Feeling the paint gushing between our toes

Stomp, Stomp, it splashes up to the knees

Pro Hart imagination - anything goes

Our grins playful and wide, a giggling mess

Do you wanna come play in the paint with me?

Now our hands, oh oh, where will this lead
Skin like a canvas, paint running down with ease
I get the slippery feeling it’s going to please
Mind like a child, happy, therapeutic and free
What could be more fun than painting with me?
Come join me in total body painting graffiti

Just Me

Contagious

It’s joyous, warm, makes you feel good inside

Being the recipient of a genuine, contagious smile

Hitting you like a blast a display of happy emotion

It travels beyond the mouth, reaching to the eyes

You can hear it by sound then you know it's real

Seeking it out because you want to be found

By the travelling happy smile on a merry go round

A gift to be collected and treasured to the core

Because a warm loving smile can be rare to find

Just Me

Living Canvas

It begins as a blank canvas
Where I begin my life's work
Each thought I imagined
Every experience I gained
Evolving with each move
Bold colours and textures
Forming together at once
In front of my very eyes
A new painting is created
My journey with a view
Taking me to the very end

Just Me

Something Special

We don’t know something special until its gone

Even when it looks us straight in the eyes

A gift, an opportunity, a friend or even love

Hovering, ever present to the point of screaming

Oblivious, not seen, not realised now lost

Like a flick of a switch you suddenly realise

What could have been has just given up

Just Me