Eyes of the Night

young girl sleeps in naked form. eyes watch. candles flicker.

shadows dance a midnight secret. truth to be told or his hands just kept still?

girl from next door sleeps on pillow below. a fantasy tempting but no-one will know.

her long soft hair flows through the bed. ends of torment lead to unknown.

not much time before his secret explodes. new dreams ferment & loving hands roam.

a gentle light kisses her shoulder. a touch of caress from a skin much older.

friend of a friend lies silently beneath. this child of an angel who followed her lead.

so simple to taste her, her lips sweet formation.

but resistance is kept, pleasured stimulation.

enough for tonight just to sit & watch her.

a lingering pressure & a soft delicate hand.

kiss goodnight to her gently, his minds eye engorged.

candle is taken & darkness withholds her.

a blanket smile across her form & slowly, carefully, the old man withdraws.

(c) Ed Simkins

Tears into the Blood

Frightened sweat drips down. Her beautiful face smiles. Our Blood surrounds.

It’s a simple late night story. One of hate, of love, of you.

we sit in pools of red. our love spent. the fury gone. the knives retired. i love. you love you.

your kiss is sacred. smooth. gentle. soft. a delicate petal which shocks my lips. i need you!

we sit. arched backs redundant. filled with fear, spent with lust. desire burns you see. it screams!

can you see the tear i have from you? can i kiss the cheek you turn away?

how can i ache from the love that you give? or hate from the passion which you deny?

i don’t understand! & the blood runs thin.  droplets slow; the perfect form. pain.

the last kiss is beautiful. slow, moist lips, tenderly press. a smile forms. a sigh begins. our hands hold on. press against the naked flesh. deep breath attracts & the world stands back and looks.

the curve of your breasts, so sweet and firm. the shoulder you cry on, worn and true.

but you broke first. your tears told lies.

please let me kiss you again. i want to retake that dream. rebuild it and stand up!

god, please let us love. let us hold on.

let us!

LET US!.

but we sit there. our shame and our decay. our hopes broken. the walls deaf to our pleas. our home silent to the pain that flows through our blood to the floor. & we are stuck.

let me kiss you.

let me taste your tears.

please, come closer and hold me! & see that our strength is still here..

but just let me kiss you!

& place your hand in mine.

Please.

I love you.

(c) Ed Simkins

Sexual Deliberations

Dear Reader, Dear you, I have an urgent dilemma for you to review:

Would you turn to the stranger with whom you’ve just spent a pound, would you then grab them tightly and lead them around?

Or would you play it by ear and question them a lot? Or would you just give up and run from the shop?

You see, I’ve asked you because you’re an intelligent being, one who cries and laughs and thinks and believes,

But tell me the truth & tell me no lies, & don’t mock me reader or just criticise.

You see I like you & you should witness me now, for I liked that girl a lot but she couldn’t tell how!

So should I have taken my hands up in rage, and thrown her in triumph like a war to be waged

And beaten her senseless though she did me no wrong, just smiled so sweetly and, you know, led me along!

I’m telling you now, because i know very well, that in this land of the blog…i know you won’t tell!

So now reconsider this problem in strife, when my girlfriend behind me passed me her knife.

It was a strange moment for me, for which one do i kiss? The sweet girl on the floor or my original bliss.

Now let me remind you of the girl who began, and then answer me smartly, that’s if you think you can.

My girl from the gym who came shopping with me, all naked and humble and cute as can be

When she told me to hold her i fell for the trap, & in lovemaking she rode me and left blood on my back!

But when she saw that another had taken my eye, whose fault was it now that my fist i let fly

For under her yoke and under her steel, it felt so good to be loved, if only to feel

it just for a moment, and between two fine people, Dear Reader, I ask you, I implore you, am I really a weasel?

& yes I may jest but it’s you that I trust, so tell me Dear Reader, tell me you must!

When I wake in the morning and I find both girls beside, who’d be the happiest & who most surprised?

The strong girl who controls me and tells me my thoughts, or the princess i met and whose eyes I just caught?

You see Dear Reader, I ask you once more, for which of the three of us is really the whore?

All Because I loved You

Have you heard I’m famous here for murdering a child and selling her for cash?

Have you heard the lies, or seen the house in which I burned and flickered in the night?

Did she tell you the truth to which she kept? The fallacy of her every word?

Her hand in mine was a gentle gift, one which the Lord did give to me.

Her pretty name was ‘Natasha’ but I shan’t tell you much more. Her story revels in words sold you see.

But we were in love you see. Til the day she was five when she stole the last of my hidden gems.

We used to play in the tree houses beyond and swim in the cool spring rivers downstate.

But tonight my house burns. Gentle flickers illuminate the haunted spray of stars

& the women outside pitch my walls in vile contempt – though they see no truth in love or vice.

I hold your tender picture as the flames lap spiritually around. As they spit and call my name.

My age is six, but they made me lie, & now they force me to sit and cry.

Mom and dad are far away & left to save their name.

So here I am alone again, thinking of the girl I love.

Burning.

Burning.

(c) Ed Simkins

Marvellous

to tear & laugh & lose your sense. to live a little & laugh at death.
to dream & wish & love & cry. to hold these things til time drifts by.
to hold on tight & anguish fall, to dream of hope, to stand up tall
to pray to god & all things great, to change oneself before death’s fate

(c) Ed Simkins

Evanescence

I can see you. Resting. Dreaming. Sleeping.

& It doesn’t matter about the silence. Or the darkness.  Or that your father sits downstairs.

For I can see you.

& your sweet delicate knees tucked high, Your face, still, calm, perfect.

The letter you’ll awake to lies gently beside. A tale to tell. A photo of feelings.

Will your pillow smile in the morning rise? Or will you rip me apart again?

I consider this as i watch. & i enjoy. As a sensual shallow slither of light cuts across your brilliant white skin, I smile.

You seem to kiss the crescent of the moon and dream of the stars outside. I look momentarily through the same cracked window in which you face. & I see death stalk the land.

So I sit.  Nervously.  Gradually. My screaming heart ripping through my quaking chest.

& My mind on mute.

The mattress lures. invitingly. & your smooth skin, wrapped in lovelorn silk, soon lies unknowingly next to mine. Oh, I wish you would awake.

I wish you would call me. hold me. invite me. & Breathe again the same desires which we shared

– I love you –

Yes.  I love you!

My midnight fingers begin to slowly caress your delicate long soft hair – & you laugh. You reach out & lay your hand on my shoulder. & we lie. together.  Eyes searching, games in the dark. & we re-enact the smiles which we used to share.

But I have to leave you.  I must.

For the night will tease you with dreams and hurt me more with the pain of who you are. So I sneak out. & your father continues to snore in front of the grinding dumb TV.

Dear you. find this kiss upon your lips & know whose heart is true.

May your rejoice in the letter which shares your breath tonight. Or may you remember me and cry out my name in pain.

& see the rivers that you fill flow like mine.

So Merry Christmas my dear.

Know what I say is true.

Playing with the Pain

i didn’t want to talk about death and the end of time.

i wanted love and sex and rapturous applause.

but all this bullshit & anger that she held inside

has just erupted at me like a ten ton truck of violent noise.

& i am tired of the battles & solemn with the grief

i am trying to escape & feed my self

but the windows are broken & there’s glass underneath

and the rooms are empty & the mood is grey.

for she’s left blood in my face & a deep wound in my core

& i’m telling you now, i can’t take anymore!

I have huddled in corners & lost my mind.

I have walked the streets in paine & cried cold rivers

I have talked to the dead & made many friends

I’ve considered my demise, drowning or scissors

& all this because of a girl I once knew

a morning beauty who made it hard for me to breath

a girl who i considered was the perfect idea

a girl who knocked me down & sought to leave

but i don’t want to talk about death and the end of time.

i just want to play with your beauty, entertain you with rhyme.

tis but a simple escape.