Archive for February, 2015
Glimpses of moments running in the park
Holding, gripping hands
Of deep solid want
In the darkness
Listening to his every move
Every thought of the
The next gift of
Emotion to physical.
Hands on you
Suck the tongue out of me.
Do you always play
It makes you cuter
You couldn’t bare that I couldn’t gift you it.
With the same beats
That sent us to sleep on the carpet tucked away in a strange central line
Me? Years later still
Left forever sleeping
Outside your bedroom door in halls
While you fuck some trade.
Left forever waking
Outside your bedroom door in halls
Taking my danced off ass
To the 2pm daylight streets.
The docklands waters
So quiet on New Year’s Day.
For myself now
A gift, a shiny new place.
Adam Lott, 35, Kent
London Vegan Valentine
On the plane
On the train
In the rain
You and me
Arm in arm
Ambling along Sloane Square
You, red boots, yellow brolly, stripy hat
Me, silly grin, windmill hair
In the Saatchi gallery
We wander in different directions
Me, wondering who the hell called this stuff art
Yet trying hard to look all cultured
You, falling in love with Dana Schutz’s ‘Singed Picnic’
Then telling me to hurry up because the rest is crap
On the train again
Trying to get to Barbican
Going the wrong way around the circle line
Me, falling over in some snobby woman’s lap
Her, not happy
You, thoroughly amused
In the rain again
Running down a lane called Cloth Fair
Spilling into London’s first vegetarian Italian
I order sparkling red wine for the first time
You order the world’s tastiest tempura
At our favourite bookshop
You say: ‘One book each and no more’
I snigger and pick up four:
Quentin Crisp, Amy Bloom, Claire Dowie’s book of plays
And a history of Club Gateways
In the transport museum
You buy me the London Underground Game
I try to kiss your mouth and miss
Because you try to kiss my nose
Kissing in the rain
I accidently push you off the pavement
Then almost lose an eye
When your crazy brolly blows inside out
Later, in Covent Garden
Sitting side by side
Eating piping lentil soup:
We pull our stools together
Lynsey Calderwood, 36, Sudbury, Suffolk
Enough time to thaw, delayed hours waiting platform chill, tipped over to tears, en route to a place called home enough, to be glad to leave.
JJ, 50, Brighton
Have It Their Way
Judged and guilty of fornication
You’ve been condemned to hell’s damnation,
Caught in bondage, tied in rope
Heaven’s gates are beyond hope.
Don’t risk being shunned for being gay
Just shut yourself down, watch what you say,
Don’t wear whatever turns you on
Fear the thugs and religion’s con.
Don’t walk the path you feel you should
Swap good for bad and bad for good,
Stand on high ground, judge the others
Forget they are your sisters and brothers.
Sexy thrills are just depraved
Don’t be yourself, it’s ill behaved,
Always fear what others may say
And lurk in the sump of Sanity Bay.
Have It YOUR Way!
Why not have a thrill a day,
Be sexy, daring or downright gay?
Oh, to live life free from fetter
But sometimes handcuffs can be better!
Fear not the judgement and disdain
Of those who’d wish us hate and pain.
Hearts, fly free and swift as a dove
The God I understand is love!
So what’s the harm in a bit of bondage?
A slight rope burn might need a bandage.
A bit of play with a teacher’s cane
Hardly writes one off as insane.
Get hit with pies and covered in soup
Followed by custard and spaghetti hoop,
Life is more than just to survive
Make others smile ‘cause you feel alive!
The erotic love of being gay
The sacred beauty of same sex play,
To wear the clothes that turn us on
Go, live YOUR life, be glad you’re born!
Katie Bainbridge, 46, Penzance, Cornwall
Always proud to be beside you
my fearsome friend
Your celtic lilt took us from lamp post to
of the road…to the trees…to the lights
just don’t stop
Pick up your feet, just
Running with all that Pride
from chests large and small,
room for us all
To Stride with true Pride
Amber Timlett, 39, Kent
Long Distance Lovers
Four Years Ago:
That day, I felt giddy with fear,
That time to see her, was almost here,
Stepped off the train, into her arms,
Frog in my throat, sweat on my palms.
I can’t believe it’s her, her in the flesh,
I don’t know what to say, my mind a mess,
I stutter, I stammer, I struggle to find the words,
She smiles, she laughs, she gently calls me a nerd.
Soon after the train we are in the pub,
Getting used to this long distance lovers club,
Making the time count, each moment essential,
People around us, thinking we are mental.
The first weekend over before it’s even begun,
But in that time we had so much fun,
Only a weekend, one night in all,
It didn’t take long for my heart to fall.
People ask us, how has our love survived?
People ask how has our relationship thrived?
It’s easy we say, smiles on our faces,
Love has no bounds, even when we are in different places.
The miles between us do not matter,
When we see each other, our hearts pitter-patter,
We have that spark; it’s the real thing,
We even recently just got the rings!
The distance hurts; I can take it no more,
Sometimes we struggle, our hearts so sore,
Saying goodbye, so soon after hello,
Do you have to leave, do I have to go?
Soon we will be out of the long distance lovers club,
But with no regrets, it’s how we found our love,
So until I can sleep in her arms every night,
I will keep on calling to wish her a goodnight.
Keturah Watts, 23, Kent
My girlfriend is a warm wide sea
Where other people swim, as well as me.
Her rising tides bring such unseemly bliss
That even if I could deny them this,
Why would I?
Capitulating to her insistent waves
Steals us away to exciting nights and carnal days.
The roll of her storms are exhausting but,
They take us further than we’ve ever got
My lover’s love is deep cleaning for the mind and skin
There is room for everyone to just dive in.
Her briny buoyancy holds our bodies up
In gravity defying, floating open sup
So if I chance to hear her mermaids call
As someone else unburies her treasure haul
Even if I can’t share those salty kisses
Who profits from her happinesses