Northern Lights vs. Southern Cross

Flickering enchantment. Chase it. You won’t believe it.

Gone by the time you arrive. Tantalised by the promise, unfulfilled.

Bright celestial body. Constant. Mapped.

Captured by another. A butterfly displayed in a jewelled case.

Fixed in place never to be shifted. Right there, but not here. 

Stuck on the equator. Between the Poles. Magnetic opposites attract.

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My words and your thoughts

Leading towards the precipice

Unable to flee the flames of the past

Licking at my thighs

You tell me what I do to you

Thrusting together once more

Closer to the edge

I watch

You punish me for bringing you to this place

I hear your gasps as you topple over

Leaving me behind once again.

London Andrews 

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Nothing Gold Can Stay – Robert Frost

Natures first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold. 

Her early leaf’s a flower; 

But only so an hour. 

Then leaf subsides to leaf, 

So Eden sank to grief, 

So dawn goes down to day 

Nothing gold can stay.

This is my favourite piece of poetry. I know it by heart, and I am reminded of it in many different situations. Quiet walks, lonely nights and also the best of times. 

My dreams are causing mixed emotions this week which is why I think this poem came to mind. 

The innocent bystanders look on as I want to walk down the path but there’s no right of way. It’s like they knew everything but never told there was another route. I’m bathed in gold in the dawn, but day brings me back to reality and nature’s cycle starts again. It’s a cycle I don’t want to break, for those few hours of gold are precious, even if I can’t follow the path I wanted.

That’s my random rambling for today. Maybe it’s too much/not enough coffee? 

Morning rush

I wake slowly to the warm rumble against my skin

Vibrating silicone excites surgical steel and velvet nipples

Travelling south, tantalising, soft curves tremble

Gently parting, nudging towards sweet release

Pinned down whilst bursting free

Rush to wash, dress, make a dash

Flushed red cheeks in the cold morning air sting, giving away my wakeup call.

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