Forbidden Treasure

He could have scratched his itchWith one of the many women in this worldWho justifiably enjoy casual sex.Instead, he thought it would be more funTo see if he could breakThe heart of a demisexual. Now, I am at the centre of his debate;Of whether he loved meOr merely lusted over my body.I regret that I

I’m Waiting For

I’m waiting for: The sun to peak over the horizon.A single bird to sing over fields. Petals of a snowdrop to replace the snow.Lambs to bleat for the first time. My feet to be reminded of softness of grass. Trees to protect me from the shade.The air to be a sea salt breeze. Cornwall fudge