Moving on is tough
especially when it means
burning some bridges.

I can still taste her
for hours after we’ve parted;
her love still remains.

The taste of her lips
was a light dollop of cream
and a heap of hell.

Our magnetic lips:
drawn together easily,
difficult to part.

Please give me a smile
a little ray of sunshine
to brighten my day.

Her only crimes were
in loving too often and
always the wrong man.

The chains which bind us
are words wrought stronger than steel
and twice as heavy.

Salacious sovereign,
with just a handful of words
you set me ablaze.

Errant emotions
refuse to settle down and
they plague me for hours.

Children’s fairy tales
hide grim stories and lessons
behind simple words.