Bread is Buttered

I wanted something carnal but you went and raised the tone
Decided we should wait a little while
And all my urges now suppressed beneath your weighty tome
Engagement rules are very much your style
The kiss me quick and see you later tell me what's your name
Is not what you would really like to do
I pop my cork for cheap and cheerful plonker is my game
But you are used to grander types of cru
So how's your father oh of course to you he his pa-pa
And you're the darling apple of his eye
But I know where me bread is buttered not so la de dah
Your upper crust's not on my humble pie
So princess, time has come for me to do one out of here
I thank you for the kiss upon me cheek
But I am more a charmer than a princely lord or peer
This cinderfella's not the man you seek
The rich girl with her grace and favour poor man's out the door
And all is fair in wars of love and class
The passion that I offered left you wanting so much more
Your golden boy was just a load of brass

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Serpent

The promise of the fruit I've yet to taste
Temptation knows it hangs beyond my reach
And when it's ripe I'd savour without haste
For Eve an apple, I would take the peach
Perfection I can see you from afar
Yet I will never clamber up the tree
For all I want is to be where you are
But it's unlikely you will fall for me
Forbidden fruit so easy to desire
Reality is made of rougher skin
So I pretend my plane is flying higher
My thought as deed would no doubt be a sin
When Eden's bounty falls upon the earth
The serpent knows my honour and its worth

Lie

The heat of passion steaming up my thought
Till mirror of reflection clouded out
The haze of your desire lingers yet
Inside my head a shimmering of doubt
That tender tendril lustily entwined
Until my reason choked on your demand
And all we had was mirrors and some smoke
And love is lying lifeless in your hand
Our passion spent like thirty silver coins
If only we had stopped and used our head
But girded loins and labour weren’t the force
That stripped us bare and left us on the bed
Where lust is dying now is growing shame
With men who lie but never speak their name 

Hate

The look he gave was one of such disdain
As if he caught a whiff of open drain
He promised he would never come again
I stripped the sheets from bed where we had lain
He thinks that I’m to blame for his desire
That somehow I ignite eternal fire
That burning in his groin will not expire
But I am just a fan to take it higher
The thing he can’t abide is found within
Discomfort lurks beneath that perfect skin
And what I think is beauty labelled sin
He sees himself as lost for giving in
Compassion is the love that I will show
This hate of self a pain I also know

The Art

When beauty walked into the room I drew
My breath and wondered had he asked for me
As if my language I forgot I knew
I stood before him struck so silently
An artist with my canvasses of lust
So huge in public gallery not hung
But beauty isn’t something art should trust
For surface isn’t where our work is done
Undress the beauty show what lies beneath
And let me draw your breath into my soul
The canvas of your heart has sparked belief
A brush of lips and I have lost control
I stripped my love and now I have to find
The art to capture beauty in the mind

Bone

If love can never be completely cured
This man’s best friend will bear your marks and scars
Perfection blots, reality was flawed
And so your heart was locked behind those bars
Outsider I am now without desire
Security you cherish, I decline
You pushed me down and grasped for something higher
Our paths diverged for you were never mine
Success you crave and adoration too
But only from the straight and narrow life
We could have built an empire, me and you
But all you really wanted was a wife
My pitch is queered and I am all alone
A dog, so all you offer is a bone