The Morning Face of My Princess

I cannot but stumble over the words I wish to tell, for beauty has placed a magic spell,
This heart of mine has dreamed a thousand deaths, but now I see your face upon my bed,
I cry with such sweet happiness & feel the need to love you best,
I yearn & want & ache for you, in breath which stakes it’s being on you,
I see your face & shining smiles which exaggerates your glowing skin,
The pleasant outline of your brows, your light of joy within,
Your cheeks which burst with such real joy, those dimples hold my breath
You perform such duties of ritual innocence, that my only fear is death!
Oh that I could love you in the real world & do! But that you know so little & would fear it too,
But you lie there naked
Innocent and pure & snug below the blankets of my bed,
Your pretty head a flower which sings such joy to the world of men!
& then
& then you open eyes in morning slumber & smile for me!
For me!
& overwhelming waves of bliss gush forth & like a chorus of heaven sung rush forth and stretch & reach & kiss
Divine & luscious lips!
Your perfect lips!
Those moist wet lips which taste so sweet,
I caress your face with nervous hands, a falling fool in your quick sand.
You’re killing me!
With pain and nerves and aches for you, I break for you when you don’t speak,
Or thoughts from you, they fail to leak
Over routes abound from you to me, whereas I have found this sacred way to write to you;
In poetry,
Yes, a foolish man!

Who loves & wears his heart upon his crown & drowns in want for you!

& then I comb your hair.
Oh god, your flow of silken joy!
Reaching forth I grab and twist and cusp your will & morning smiles illuminate this room of bliss
& soon I feel the heat become & need will take control of you and I
Henceforth princess, I pray you lie!
Lie upon my temple bed, lie before & stir my dreams!
& realise I mean it when I say in humbled truth
I love you.

& your eyes which watch with inquisitive interest
How you arouse me.
I need you princess.

I love you.

& I need more!

~ to you dear girl. To you.
© ed simkins

Choices Are Made

minutes tick past and the child is unborn.

ropes and buttons and machines lie around.

the parents are angry, maybe they killed,

they didn’t care, didn’t know, Christ, they didn’t deserve.

i stand there and watch and i watch her rejoice

that a life filled with hatred is a lucky escape.

she looked up to me and questioned my position,

& i replied in soft whispers, & told her i agreed.

for what use is a parent who argues and lies,

ones without brains that adds no formation,

cannot answer a challenge, or be there with such smiles,

& like death in a shroud, i lifted the baby,

i took her outside and i showed her the clouds.

i showed her the droplets & i showed her the land,

i tickled and she giggled, she laughed and she learned,

she picked up a book and together we read.

we watched the stars and the planets, and traveled the world,

we made money and ate, sung badly and danced.

she learned how to cook and she played all the games,

she bought a new camera & photographed her life,

she fell in love and made love to a beautiful man.

then one day in winter, i took her back home,

we stood by her parents and stared in their eyes.

she asked them of their struggle and questioned them why,

for why burdens were passed, whey they continued to hate,

why they had unhealthy babies, and buried her with such fate.

she walked away slowly, and left a picture of her own,

of a child of her own, who she loved and she praised,

of one who was clever because she’d given her such time,

that her love and her brains and imagination did grow,

that the cycle was broken and a human was born,

who was perfect in ways that no-one could foresee,

& all just because,  i took the decision to stand in

& i ask of the world, & of the god who stands by

when will these humans learn to teach life.

~ After spending a day entertaining my nephews 🙂

(c) Ed Simkins