A Writer's Wonderland [PDF] - University of Portsmouth

I’m having nightmares about Troy,
that night where all that hung in the air was bleak.
And you look devastatingly beautiful as a Greek.
Our Body - Sonnet
I took the blows of the wind, slapping against my skin.
Like an old man’s cough, like the air’s own sin.
The pebbles whisper and hum beneath Our body
from the cathedral of my throat, hold me
like the Bible holds its molested pages,
and the sea, that turbulent lover, cages
the tide and wills her to his arms
until we lose Ourselves, until our fingerprints know calm.
We’d danced to the very edge and held a gaze with infinity.
I clothed myself in metaphors and waited for you to lead me
like a lamb. Like a deaf man holds the composer.
Like the North and South poles; begging to be closer.
Down here... Love wasn’t meant for me,
You left me here naked; I thought You knew how it felt to bleed.
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