Writing

The Hope

Butterflies and hope
wrapped up tightly inside my soul
buzzing under the surface each time I’m with you
leaving you with hope and lightness in my heart
for yet another wonderful time together.

It brews and bubbles to the surface
escaping the confines of my heart
breaking free, reaching out to you
love runs deep within my body
pulling me towards you.

I wake and roll over
there you are, peacefully unaware
while I gaze at you in love
capturing the moment in my minds eye
so I may close my eyes and recall it evermore

My body aches with love for you
it settles at your touch
sings when you kiss me
vibrates when you caress me

I am in love with you.

Writing

Sailor

I’m lying in your arms
warmth radiates from your body to mine
a gentle and steady rhythm tying us together
our limbs tangled and entwined;
our breaths synced together,
a gentle ebbing and flowing
a steady tide.

I’m being swept out to sea
waves roll over me,
one after the other,
tightly you hold me, together we’re flowing
one, after the other

I’m being torn away
wave after wave, pulling me away
but you hold me tighter and tighter
your body blends into mine,
I can’t feel the cold,
the waves drift over us
and I wake.

I see you peacefully sleeping
your limbs twisted amongst mine,
a gentle rhythm from your lips,
little by little, your sleeping song calms me
I am here.

We are here, I am here,
I am in your arms,
I am not lost, I am found.
Quietly I try to roll over,
you grasp me, hold me steadfast
tighten your hold, anchoring me to you
and my wild dreams dissipate,
I am not lost at sea.

But I am losing the battle
I am being swept out to sea
falling quickly and hopelessly
in love with you.

Writing

Detour

You’re my little happy memory
a place I go to when I can’t breathe
when life weighs me down,
just breathe;
breathe deeply
and I think of you.

You’re my little detour
a time I escape to when I can’t breathe
when the world weighs on me
just breathe;
breathe deeply
and think of your kisses.

You’re my escape
a chaste moment I go to when I can’t breathe
when my heart weighs me down,
just breathe;
breathe deeply
and I think of your loving eyes.

You’re my warm embrace
a memory I go to when I can’t breathe
when the hurt is too much
just breathe;
breathe deeply
and remember the way you loved me.

Writing

Eddie

Dear Eddie,

After putting the phone down to you this evening, with our recent trip to see you at home in Scotland and with a few things people have said recently, I wanted to write to you.

Firstly, to thank you for being such a tremendous father figure to me, you’re Rosanna’s Godfather but you’ve been my nearly Godfather and in so many ways in the last two years, an incredible Father figure to me. You’ve given me so much time and made me feel supported and cared for, loved and thought of. You’ve advised me and helped me to understand a big part of something I didn’t realise I needed educating on, or that I didn’t understand; your advice and time, conversations and stories have been paramount to me; you’ve helped me more than I can probably ever put into words.

With all of that seriousness, you’ve taken a serious topic and many hurdles I’ve been navigating, and made them humorous, funny and happy. Your company over the years, have been some of my happiest memories; stories we’ve shared, from my nappy days, to hunting and shooting with you and how you’ve been an overwhelming support, has been beyond anything anyone has done. You’re vivacious and interesting and full of so much knowledge, understanding and wisdom, but with such unbelievable humour and love, I cannot begin to thank you or put into words how much I appreciate you.

I remember a story I was told once; albeit morbid, of how someone said to someone at a funeral, how much of an impact X person had on them, the person replied “did you ever tell them?” the answer was no… I’ve never forgotten it and while it doesn’t apply to many; it applies to you. I do not mean to be morbid, but I realised how important it is to tell people one loves and appreciates, day in, day out, when they truly matter and when they make a real difference; so this is why I wanted to write to you. It should be by pen, but I really wanted you to be able to read the exact words I’ve written.

I could cry and be sad for years at not having the father I ‘should’ have had, at having to cope with and deal with all of those things associated with that… but as I was told recently, maybe try and rephrase that and verbalise what I have got… and while I have always tremendously appreciated you, what you have done for me, for us, over the years and moreover, in the last two years, goes beyond what most people are prepared to do; your unwavering support and love is felt daily and you have made me feel supported, loved and cared for, in your most incredibly kind way.

I love you to bits and thank you from the bottom of my heart for being the most incredibly generous, kind, loving and thoughtful nearly Godfather anyone could want.

Boundless love… Olivia XX

Writing

Shivering

My breath catches
I am still, like the night air
my body tense, in anticipation
your cool fingers slip silently upwards
roaming slowly beneath my warm layers
I shiver from your cool touch
whilst only feeling the heat
of your trailing fingers
as you caress my body

Writing

TWO

There’s just us two
in a room full of 16
our bodies feel warm
when we stand close together
eyes never leaving the others
except to laugh and shyly smile

There’s just us two
for tonight it’s just me and you
we can laugh through the night
and touch each other
giggle and flirt and blame the wine
our hands linger on one another
we touch for no reason
and I feel warm and wanted

But it’s just tonight
before the clock strikes 12
and we chastely kiss goodbye
left to only hold our memories
and some unsaid wish
for more

Writing

Dusty Road

Idle hands, my mind wanders
down the dusty road we once walked.

Hand in hand, we walked together
separate lives once entwined.

Now we walk alone,
but you’re never far from my mind
you whisper closely in my ear
remind me to relax;
don’t take things so seriously

Lessons you taught me,
laughter we shared
memories we made;
precious and only ours
left untouched,
perfect, from the days we created them

Now we walk alone,
but you’re never far from my mind
you are in the rustling leaves,
humid gust of wind,
the rolling landscape we walked,
twinkling stars we admired,
the oddly shaped moon we giggled at;
and you’re in my heart,
where I know you’ll never leave.

Writing

More

I’ve got this silly smile
it’s tickling at my lips
I try to quieten it
compress my lips
behave.

But I’ve got this bubble inside
and my lips are my weakness
they’re creeping into a smile
a silly, school-girl smile
from side to side

My lips, they’re twitching
a tickling, school-girl smile
itching to come out
because today,
you teased me and like
that silly school-girl
I just wanted more.

Writing

I find myself thinking about you

I find myself thinking about you

My mind wanders to you
and snippets of conversations we’ve had
the way you smile
sweet words you utter
the feeling warmth as you touch my hand
electricity as you brush my cheek with a kiss
a greeting of hello.

I’m beginning to fall
slowly into the depths of your arms
and even if I could stop myself
I wouldn’t try
I only want to fly.