Her Best Friend

He left a message on her voicemail
She saved it and she listens
She listens and burns.
She is a fool
Such a fool!

An innocent knee
Pressed against hers
Sets her alight where they touch
She is a fool
Such a fool

She listens to his beautiful words,
And lets them flow to the middle of her heart,
As she stares at the base of his throat.
She is a fool,
Such a fool

As soon as he leaves her
She feels a universe of hidden sentiments
Descend upon her tongue
She is a fool,

She shares him with so many just like her,
And she’s the easy target amongst them all.
Alas…he’ll have her gentle heart forever,
Because she is a fool
Only a fool.

© 2012

Ruby Honeytip



Have you ever opened a woman like me?
Pierced through her private truths
To find every answer you have sought…..
And every question you’ve never thought to ask?
Have you slid through her feminine cloak,
To find you are her only shield
And you must stay to protect her?
Have you swum naked in the pools,
Of her imagination?
See me for what I am for you!
I am all woman,
Your answer,
Your question,
Your Muse of crimson delights.
Feel me beside you….
And breathe.

Ruby Honeytip
© 2013

Cheap Thrill

My feet are pointing high in the air,
I’m blinded by a veil of hair.
My body is shaking, a teardrop appears…
Is it too late to let me out of here!
I sneak a peek at you find this amusing?
My skirt ’round my ears, my neighbours assuming….
That my moaning and screaming is born from fun,
Not knowing my instincts are telling me ‘RUN! ‘
But wait..there’s a thrill…..I feel so alive
My body is speeding as though to survive!
Laughter has replaced the feeling of dread.
Smiles have pushed my ears high on my head: -D
By the time I realise, I like it more than I’m s’pose ta
It’s time to vacate from my first rollercoaster.

LET’S GO AGAIN! ! ! : -)

© 2012


The wind blowing through your hair,

Hits my face from the same direction.

I brush the hair out of my eyes,

So I can keep looking at you.

You’re so beautiful to me.

I can see your lips moving,

But I can’t make out what you are singing.

Do you know your nose twitches before you giggle?

I could look at you all day!

I am stunned….

Mesmerised by you.

The sun is slowly collapsing over the horizon,

The bare trees cast long shadows like tall men.

A chill passes through me,

And you pull your cardigan closed to stay warm.

It’s time to go home.

We keep walking through the end of today,

Past the pools of yesterdays swim,

Past the grocery store where you bought movie snacks,

And I watched silently.

You stop to pick a plum from the tree of old Mrs Beckitt.

Your nose wrinkles, and you giggle with your first bite

You are a delight.

I notice my step has matched yours…

Left after right in time to my heart.

There it is…..home.

You take your key from your pocket

And I watch as you let yourself inside.

I turn and walk away.

You have taken another long romantic walk,

That only one of us knows about.

See you tomorrow.

©  2012

Ruby Honeytip


His eyes run up,
Her pink stockinged thigh,
She squeals with joy!
He can hear her.
Flamboyance and height,
In a pink glitter wig,
He knows a few that see her,
Would fear her.
He feels sadness,
Rise up in his heart and mind,
As injustice and violence
Grow near her.
Her manicured nails,
Her glossy lips,
No longer serve,
To endear her.
‘Set her free! ‘ he thinks,
‘I’m not scared anymore! ‘
And he turns away
From the mirror.

© 2012

Ruby Honeytip

Left Behind

Here he comes!
Her heart beats faster.
She hears his voice
And lets it drip through her awareness
Like warm honey.
She feels sparkles of electricity
As he passes behind her.
Her skin prickles,
She shivers.
Her softness peaks,
Her spirits lift….
But only for this frozen instant,
And they fall as he strides away.
She does not turn around to face him
Because, in the depths of him,
She senses a deep abiding disinterest.
Oh how she is mistaken…
He walks away
Clenching his fists,
Inhaling the last of her perfume,
And lovingly thinking only of her.

© 2012

Ruby Honeytip


Do you feel the weight press against you?
The weight of cold pressing truth.
Does it force the guilt from your pores like oil?
No..I see it is light as a bubble…. truth lifting its way out of you
With a merry grin and promises of eternal friendship.
Oh..the divine freedoms of nothing more!
Alas, loves confusion is my bed of nails,
And, it seems I am tucked down tight.
My too high pillow is stuffed full of whispered wishes
And wet with a river of tears.
Oh what delicious torment to be started through happenstance!
What does it matter if purity of intention,
Holds me from freedom of heart
If both leave me lonely?

© 2012

Ruby Honeytip