Poetry
The Man I Want
I want my man to be tall and dark and cute and bold Broad shoulders, hot biceps with 6 packs to go Nicely carved buttocks, footballer ties and fleshy cabs
Like The Trojan Horse
It started with the snap of the buckle The grating whisper of the zipper It unleashed the scent – the musky, heady smell Cramped in tight confines is the horse’s
The Script
I own this narrative I’m scripting my draft I’ll be telling my story ‘Cos I alone will be both cast and crew Just me on this stage Upon which every
To My Online Lover
There’s so much I can’t wait to find out The texture of your hands on my skin What your kiss tastes like How your face looks when I’m in you,
You Are Gay. Yes, I Am
You are gay, you tell me You say you see it when I work my hips You see it when my lips move every time you talk You’re very gay,
A Man Like You
I met a boy today somewhere Down the strait, he smelt of sea salt His eyes sparkled like the sunset Trapped in stones of fire * I met a man
Will You?
If I was a lie Would you still believe? Waking up to find I’m just your imagination Will you doubt the words I’ve said, The pictures I’ve painted, The smiles
My 1000 Forms Of Fear
Writer’s Note: I love Sia. I love her work, and it is because of this admiration that her album title inspired the title of this work. The rest of the
FEAR
You’re like a tongue of flame on a candle I’m like my little niece Fascinated by your luminance Wanting to be a part of it Staring with big bright eyes
I See You
This is for those who hide their true identities behind masks of fake smiles I see you! For those who are not free to be who they want to be,
