Girl in Red Pleasure.

Blanket red wraps around her naked body.
She is sleeping now.

Entrapped within her female grip
I loved her well.

She smiled throughout.
She smiled & sighed & scratched my skin.

Her blood so red entwined with mine.
Her gentle breathing now soothes my sin.

Stillness of the midnight air pervades.
I wrap my body, now spent, around her tight.

She’s warm to me, she holds me close.
Her features delicate and perfect please my soul.

her hair a final midnight kiss, I love this girl.
Her happiness ensnares my ageing dreams.

& we sleep tonight.

ed simkins (c) 2016

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Sleep Request

blankets of illusion climb upon my face
I’m lost to the destiny of today.
Dreams percolate thoughts of fatigue
If I could escape I’d try.

Soft hand request
A distant want through pain.
I’m ill & sick & the walkers pass
Hurling obscenities on the streets below.

A simple note I leave upon my door
‘find me – but only if you wish to witness death’
& I writhe below the terror of my escapade.
Sleep is a closing friend.

Searing levels of frustration & nightmarish angst cross my brow.
I care little now for your response or avid need.
Stumble up the stairs well known
& drift through books of the fallen dead.

Eyes burning, yearning, tears fill these poisoned voids.
I look no more in your direction nor call.
Flowers pray in coloured smiles
Forest angel claims no more.

Girl stands upon my feet & stares,
Asks my name in perfect solitude, no voice.
I kiss her sweetly, caress her cheek
& vomit forth the deed of sleep.

Headache Visions.

i imagine you.
alone.
Asleep.
I’m ill.

You’re soft white skin
Illuminates
A star.
I’m sick.

Approaching.
Perfume, fragrance smelt.
Eyes to darkness adjust.
I gaze in wonder known.

Pause.
A sweet & gentle dream fulfills my mind.
Rosy cheeks & perfect look.
A tear falls. I do not touch.

Pause.
& Breathing meditative.
I love you.
& Your naked body sleeps.

Lips glisten.
Smiling hair of joy.
I caress your cheeks.
A petal kiss.

~ awakening from a heavy summer sleep, i dream of you. I wish to touch but can’t.
(c) ed simkins

Mind of many colours.

Phallic open handed gestures of tame white thoughts
Dreams which bubble from broken mirrors
“cry for freedom!” the young child screams
But her father shocks the neighbours in lauded nights.

See the mice play in terrored homes
Where will the cats play if not outdoors?
“Alcohol, alcohol! Blame it on the alcohol!”
But here I am stained in tea drunk whispers.

See the splashing collapse at the end of sex
Beds of fire bring in youth
Ecstatic expressions line the wall
As she, the daughter of death, perpetuates the lie

& If I could hold on to the golden jewels
Then I would be a rich king too.
Leaks in the fabric of space surround
while the army of lovers jump through cartwheels to draw their friends.

Now illuminated pictures of photo frames
Talk amongst the monks at night or play
& Priests & film noir actresses converge in June
To each now attend a foreign room of sin

My easing time produces mixed up fears
Tor these are the days when drugs are smoked
Do you remember just before the race
When time & kissing were friends engaged?

So leave me now, in days of gore
The blood of virgin skin has broken through her veins
The sheep will mock this tale of love
Though I bow down to kiss her bum.

A night upends & crashes the wall of sleep
Exploding man has settled down, benign
His rein of insidious thoughts & rhyme
Brings forth post moronic lust & sleep.

~ a story of how to crash & burn at 3am
© ed simkins

A late night fest.

Mute cacophony of ideas
Dreams which end, perplex & roll around to play games in the sand.
A water leaked.
Late night issues & forgotten themes.
Who cares but nobody for the dreams which died.
Incest gave way to passion & planets spun.
Midnight ramble.
Heavy hand broken on repeat.
Can u understand the criteria of the late night sleep?
Drug induced?
Apartment sworn.

Her clothes were torn.
Knees showing in pads of white,
Distance drowning in some foreign air,
Warplanes ran.
She rued the injustice of other people’s wars.
& all the time I coloured text upon the wall.

Final hours stay alert in orange flames of death.
Crimson cigarettes pass from lips.
Youth was a name I knew before.
Braided hair lost its appeal.
I cried when the dog in space died this afternoon.
& Jane was a stranger sold as slave.
Was sex always supposed to be free?

Money buries the dead in sheets of grey
& pauses wait patiently for each man to fill.
What would you say if you were here?
Or alive?
Would you talk to god about the football scores?
Or ask him if you could seduce the neighbour’s daughter?
I live on an island of solitude
Where no respect is given for deeds.

I suppose you should sleep now huh?
Bed yourself in clouds of work.
Could you think of me as I alert the police & ramble fine mosaic words across the sky,
Silent dreams of sex & angels.
Time to plug in the blanket of love & hope & peace.
I wonder if you will say how clever I am?
Is it not good that I can count the stars upon the back of my head?
Girls or drugs or both I ask
Imagine
& then step forward to illustrate the aim of all escape.

Goodnight or morn & salutations.
Robot greased & sleep ensues.
A late night fest.
I take my rest
& bid all thee farewell my friends.

~ I suppose sleep is a valid concoction. I should try it sometime!
© ed simkins

Dreams on My Pillow.

Daughter of the night lies naked in solemn, sleeping beauty.
I watch her.
I raise my hopes to a silent stage of want.
Heart screams as the ribs encase.
A fierce rage burns deeply through the cushioned walls of my mind.
I love you.

Your tender face breathes shallow & peaceful rest
My Fingers, of such sweet delicacy, caress your soft young hair.
I kiss you.
With lips of lust & warm desire, I rest upon angelic face.
A tender glance & gone.
A Knight protects his midnight queen.

& as lady sleeps in fields of dreams
Her inviting form wears secrets of deep, royal blue
Luxurious velvet blankets warm
& child’s bosom glows in soft inhalation.
I watch.
& smile.

This girl of mine, bethroned to the darkness, sighs
& my heart jumps high awaiting my name.
& should a single utterance occur,
Then beside I’ll wrap, my body firm against her pleasing skin.
& there in secret, still desire
Will I gently love my girl asleep.

I see a brief romance, a smile, a burning flicker of hope
& in my heart the angels sing.
Her naked face is pure, pristine
& I see through the shadows of her beauty so fine
Love has come to rest upon my carriage of dreams.

For now, with a last kiss before, I join her in shallow slumber.
But she pushes through sleep & arches pleasantly against me.
How I love her!
& surrender is secure as I succumb to my weakness.
Dreams slowly engulf me & my eyes wearily close
Reduced to breathless bliss & in sleep I hold her.

Contentment ensues
& with the warmth of young love,
She, my princess of the night, becomes perfection.
& through her sweet salacious seduction of my soul.
Conspires to drown me safely, happily
In dreams of sheer bliss.

~ before I sleep, I think of Her. X
© ed simkins

Morning Sun on Naked Flesh

Smile.
A morn awakens beside valleys of sensual death
& full of dreams I breathe.
Her body ravishing & bright & tender young
Smooth white skin with the faintest touch of lust
Glorious, beauteous corners erupt with hope
How I long for the kiss that will send me mad!

I breathe in like the sun’s sharp rays
Alive, excited, my mind purrs in golden desire
She is beauty & lying naked, happily upon my bed.
I sigh.
This delicious child of callous want pleases me in the night
& then, this morning call,
Forms the most engaging sight I’ve ever seen or known

& I cry.
Silent, stillborn tears fall inside
For this angel cannot be touched, not yet.
The rising star has yet to finish
Embalming rays of soft delight.
Watch them flood over her nourished skin
& feel the warmth of blue sky blanket surround & arouse
& then, & only then, in careful foreign touch of hand
Will I gentle caress & taste the body of this girl, my love,
& smile.

I lie beside her & embrace the innocent form of youth
Her hair soft & brushed by fingers of a delicate joy
I protect her
In arms which love & want & worship
I hold her close beside me
& the sun beams through the open glass.

She awakes with a grin
& love’s lust is born in such sweet kiss
that I can only once again sigh in burdens of dreamed desire
life is perfect in such sweet moments as this.
I love her
& the world it smiles.

~dreams of Her upon my bed. To the one unspoken.
© ed simkins

That I could hold her hand again.

God.
That I could hold her hand again.
A dream I take to sleep with me.
I die.
In painful tears which weep through loss.
I pause.
& dream.
Engulfed in darkness I sit with thought.
& silence bleeds.

I seek her hand once more, though none arrives.
Dreams I take to bed with me.
I speak to her but no response.
A quiet field of empty blanket found
An empty bed of love.
With flowers of remorse.

This heart which trembles in mute & lost, forgotten play
I see you there within my mind
A stabbing, painful memory
From the past my tears they fall.

My wrists would bleed if fate could change
& her body breathed again.
& held my hand.

I cry for you.
In quiet times.
In darkest echoes of the night, like now.
A tear rolls in sad recline.
Broken mind which stands by day
Shudders in the flood by night.

If love exists then hold my hand
& bring the radiance of your smile,
Return to me.
But pass, neglect this pain which fills my heart
Bring forth such joy which I once knew.

I retire now to death’s dark door
In weary battered illusion born
Where I may die & prostrate cry
Myself to sleep
& deep
oblivion.

~ darkness real takes over thoughts, as the night alone surrounds. A heavy night.
© ed simkins
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AM 5:04

Failed life.
Death is stalking.
Light of laughter
Dreams are broken

Eyes strain
Burn, yearn
Fallen lies
Confinement made.

Passion builds
An empty joke
My tears strive
Released in flow.

No thoughts but death
A silent night
Of pain engulfs
These ageing hands.

Ripped cuts in skin
Crimson tears they stream
Slow escape from fate
Dreams which break.

Silk kisses please
But memories fade
Bask in beauty born
If life were dreams.

~ too late too sleep
© ed simkins

Sleep Begins.

Eyes burn softly in the midnight hour. Dry stillness consumes. Sleep awaiting, Beckoning. Create your own world. Silent thoughts. I pause. Slow breath. Passion. Take time to rest. Alight the flames of wonder and cry no more. Excessive errors fade. Calming arms of bed. Slumber. Blissful peace. Dereliction of the attitude to fight begins. A tide of warmth from toe to head. Slunken muscles ignore the world. Chest rises. Chest falls. Eyes close. The light flickers & dims. No cares, no more. No rules, no deeds. Slipping under. A gradual weight lies down. A final breath. & the now is lost. Self unchained. Slowly, freedom soars. & Sleep ~ a simple time when Peace exists.

© ed simkins
begins.