The day he moved in he started packing all of her away. She barely even noticed her personal truth decay. Her mirror reflected shadowed eyes, echoed her quiet dismay. Without a breath in her defense she was a captured castaway. She barely even noticed her personal truth decay. Naively she didn't stand as he kept her friends at bay. Without a breath in her defense she was a captured castaway. The home that she had filled with dreams disappeared when she disobeyed. Naively she didn't stand as he kept her friends at bay. Her mirror reflected shadowed eyes, echoed her quiet dismay. The home that she had filled with dreams disappeared when she disobeyed. The day he moved in he started packing all of her away. Ruby Honeytip © 2013
Three knocks on the door,
Sweat on my skin,
Don’t want to stop it,
I let you in.
Your voice my reward,
Your tongue on my lips,
Subtle shift toward love,
For me, the scale tips.
Seven knocks to the floor,
Destiny spoke ,
I dust myself off,
Three words stuck in my throat.
You mock me some more,
With your flippant remarks,
Shot straight through my heart.
Vous avez mon amour,
My passion in-situ,
In my heart there’s still you.
The top of apple trees
Stretching to kiss the last of the light.
A full moon ascends
Casts out femine hands
As she smilingly heralds the night.
He pulls me toward him
Like the moon and the tide
I move close and he holds me tight.
I feel him flow under my hands
His body heat to mine
Only my desires ignite.
He kisses my cheek
Gentle friendly ease
Another pang from love no requite.
Dammit! If I turn just an inch
And kiss his lips
Would he think me impolite?
Or would he suddenly realise
I hold true loves kiss
And let his hidden passion take flight?
What does all of this matter
If only one of us knows
And I will never take the first bite?
Just let it fall.
© Ruby Honeytip
I might not be beautiful,
But I could intoxicate you,
Melt through you like an aged Scotch Whiskey.
I could make you dizzy with how you make me feel.
That kind of happy can be tranferred from my eyes,
Straight to your heart.
I could disorient you with my kiss,
It would feel like flying!
The take off of lips first connecting,
Then deeper familiarity lifts us higher.
We would open our eyes and register surprise,
That our feet are still on the ground.
I don’t need a perfect body to get you thirsty to drink me in,
You would savour my softness….my fullness,
I could make you drunk on me.
Just give me your lips.
I am not just a lighthearted sweet,
There’s a conversation I need to start,
I feel the desire to sit and explain,
The higher contents of my heart.
You are destined to be a teacher,
And I can be that for you too,
I will gratefully teach you contentment,
Through unconditional love for you
You believe yourself to be damaged goods,
Deceptive perfections are your goal,
You need to slow down so I can whisper your truths,
And release what is trapped in your soul.
You’ll find your self esteem finely tuned,
Get a clear image of your value,
When you consider your life is a reflection of your thoughts,
And start seeing yourself as I do.
You are perfect
Metta Bhavana x
He has an inate kindness
That has sown
A seed of togetherness
Into the middle
Of my battered heart.
The first tiny shoot of hope
Has emerged in me
And he tends to it
With sunlit smiles
As if it were his own.
How was I not
To fall deep
With all that he means
To my entirety?
I will not lie down before you,
Without a care for who I am.
I am not for the highest bidder
To take for a tinker’s damn.
It’s clear I have a broken heart
My worth not taken by love
But I’ll always abide by a strong lady’s creed
To stand and rise above.
Loneliness won’t kill me
Nor will a lovers glare
My worth not defined by a valentine
But….. I’ll fade and there’s not one to care.
I’m alone and there’s nobody coming
To kiss me or hold my hands
I can feel the heart in me harden
To prepare for the cold barren lands